Cops & Robbers
Bit of excitement around these parts last night. Or at least I heard there was, as we slept through the whole thing.
Turns out a deadbeat student from around the corner decided to kick the wing mirror of our car last night at about 12ish. Luckily for us, but spectacularly unfortunate and bad for him, our neighbour Helen spotted him doing it and steamed out.
A melee of sorts ensued, with 3 (yes, 3) police cars showing up, and carting her around the side roads in search of the chap in the white t-shirt. Anyway, she spotted him, and he spent the night in clink.
Can’t fault the service: we had 3 calls from various police officers and victim support bods. I said that it been my BMW Touring rather than the crappy Zafira that had got the boot, I might have needed some victim support, but otherwise I was fine.
Thing is, the chances of my getting the cost of a new wing mirror out of him (if needed, not sure if I can repair it yet), are about as likely as the police turning up when you need them. Err, hang on….