They might have got their cumuppanceToday a friend of my wife’s was going back to where she’d parked her CRV and two men were in the process of removing the catalytic converter. Eventually ,when the police arrived apparently, the left in their numberplateless BMW!
How was Bruges?Let's see. Going to Bruges at 4am tomorrow. Early finish today. Sat having a brew when Mrs K phones to report a non-starting CRV. This was quickly diagnosed as a flat batt. "We hadn't been sat there for long with the ignition, lights, heater and wipers on but the engine off."
She is in a remote spot and clearly the trusty hearse can get me there quicker than the recovery people. When I arrive I note that she's parked in a small lake on the edge of a cliff. I manoeuvre the hearse into the deepest part of the lake to get the batts close enough together. I waded in, roughly up to my waist, hooked up the leads and it sprang into life. I swam to the shore, sent Mrs K on her way in the Saab, and drove the CRV home. Once home it restarted again no bother.
An hour later, Mrs K phones to say that some *** has reversed into the hearse in a petrol station but there's no damage other than a cracked numberplate. As this was already cracked as a result of a touch parking incident, I've decided to call it patina.
Like a ****ing fairytale.How was Bruges?
Oh. We watched it this morning to retrace our steps.It was a ****ing fairytale.
Personally, no, I'm not a big chocolate eater but Mrs K did.Keithyboy. Did you get some chocolate?