There’s that sinking feeling when you notice glass on the ground – Hackney Confetti we call it. Then look up… The toerags had a go at Oona in the night. Back door quarterlight, the choice of the semi-pro. Why?
As I keep nothing in the car to steal, it took me a while to figure out that they had tried to steal Oona herself. The alarm must have put them off.
Then to punish me for having an alarm (not just Cobra stickers bought off ebay), they had snapped off the windscreen wiper arm.
Oona is 22 years old, going on 23. So spare parts are a problem. There goes several hours on the phone and net.
Bodged a fast repair, off to work. As I walked under the tree by the bus stop there, I got hit by Precision Pigeon.