“Something, however, had made Bob fume. ‘Bloody louts. Come here taking out my CCTV camera! And why should they do that, Mrs Welford? Unless they wanted to have a go at a car? And which car might that be?’ He pointed. Mine stood in solitary splendour, nursing, now I came to look more closely, a shattered windscreen. Bang had gone the fifty pounds excess. I fumed. Not just the money: the inconvenience. The car hire people used their own repair team or the agreement was invalidated. Would ...they willingly come out to the back of beyond at this time of night? Quite. Over to Bob’s taxi friend, or, indeed, to Andy. WWJD? Bob agreed to lock his car park with the poor invalid in it, opening it when the windscreen team appeared. He was inclined to think that was enough, the loud bangs I’d heard having been bottles shattering on the retreating van and, he said, arms akimbo, ‘inflicting damage’.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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