A rather worried head peers round the bedroom door.
Neil, my brother, says he doesn't like to be the bearer of bad news, but someone has damaged my car. I stagger outside, still mussed with sleep and see a nasty dent in the driver's door, complete with damage on the pillar and the back door. The door cavity has also been punctured.
Some bastard has backed into my car and pissed off without reporting it. (A criminal offence over here, I don't know about over there?) So I spend most of the morning and part of the afternoon down at the local cop-shop, talking to my home office brethren, sorting out insurance details and arranging a courtesy car.
The moral of this story? There isn't one. I'm just pissed off and thought I'd annoy you guys with my story. 😀 Ta for listening. lol
Ah, that's better..........
Neil, my brother, says he doesn't like to be the bearer of bad news, but someone has damaged my car. I stagger outside, still mussed with sleep and see a nasty dent in the driver's door, complete with damage on the pillar and the back door. The door cavity has also been punctured.
Some bastard has backed into my car and pissed off without reporting it. (A criminal offence over here, I don't know about over there?) So I spend most of the morning and part of the afternoon down at the local cop-shop, talking to my home office brethren, sorting out insurance details and arranging a courtesy car.
The moral of this story? There isn't one. I'm just pissed off and thought I'd annoy you guys with my story. 😀 Ta for listening. lol
Ah, that's better..........





