With vast sums of cash filling several rooms as a result of the successful sale of the Golf, the Gorse Fox decided that he should put this money in the bank. He duly loaded every pocket and wheelbarrow and headed to the nearest town...
Nat West isn't open on Saturday in Rustington (but at least it's not a trendy wine bar).
Worthing was the next best bet... and so laden with wads of cash to the point that he looked like Bibendum he waddled into the bank in Worthing.
Some time later he walked back towards the car (he had borrowed SV's broomstick) and wondered to himself if he'd got enough cash to get out of the car park.
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