yeah, I went over to Darren’s with some cheescake as a peace offering (he didn’t want it, but that’s for another time)
he lives in this weird area which is part pedestrianised, so it was confusing what is the road and what isn’t. I just parked somewhere I thought was cool and went to dazza’s.
came out and my car was gone! what the fuck. stood there for ages wondering whether I actually needed a car anyway, then walked over to where my car used to be. as I got closer, I noticed it had been moved about 50 yards back.
I looked at the spot where there car was and it was in fact some sort of thoroughfare.
got into the car and looked over to my left hand side. there was a garage over there and a few guys hanging out. one guy gave me the nod as if to say ‘that was me who moved your car’
gave him the double thumbs up, got in the car and drove home
before you ask ‘how could someone possibly move your car?’ - the central locking mechanism doesn’t work anymore. I have nothing of value in the car, other than a tennis racquet on the back seat, so it’s not really worth fixing, is it
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