Once upon a time, four little children named Emma, Remy, Maia and Abi decided to take a taxi home after a lovely night out with their friend Renee.

They sat and they sat, and talked about trivial things, and then little Abi, who knew the way home, looked around and said, “We’ve been on this motorway for an awfully long time!”

And sure enough, it suddenly became apparent that they were now on the M5.

“Well, this isn’t the way home!” said little Abi. “Perhaps he’s kidnapping us and taking us to Cornwall…”

The others agreed that they did not want to go to Cornwall, so they asked the driver if he knew the way home to Walsall.

He did not.

So Emma, Remy and Maia agreed that Abi should navigate, as she knew the way home, but little Maia said that she should not take over the wheel, because good little children do not drive when they have downed a glitter bomb in one.

After a long, long time the taxi reached the West Bromwich roundabout, where it turned around and went back up to Junction 8, onto the M6, down to Perry Barr and Junction 7, and from there to the A34.

All the children all agreed that this was an awfully long way to go, and they were very, very tired, but finally the taxi reached Walsall.

Though the driver did not agree to little Abi’s attempts to barter down the price they had agreed on upon the start of their journey, they all returned home safe and sound.

The End