Last night I was relaxing at home after work (well actually I was changing another nappy and finishing my second beer, but meh) when the door goes, it was the bloke from two doors down telling me he'd just seen someone pull out of a side street, clump my car and then drive off, luckily he'd got the registration number.
I rushed out to find a nice deep scuff on my bumper. Nothing major/broken.
/cracked and if he'd had the cojones to knock on the door and tell me I'd probably tell him not to worry. I was miles away from the junction and had 2 wheels on the curb.
Now I've got to go to the OB station with all my paperwork after work tonight.
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Anyway, cheers Dean.
I rushed out to find a nice deep scuff on my bumper. Nothing major/broken.
/cracked and if he'd had the cojones to knock on the door and tell me I'd probably tell him not to worry. I was miles away from the junction and had 2 wheels on the curb.
Now I've got to go to the OB station with all my paperwork after work tonight.
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Anyway, cheers Dean.


) spoke to a really helpful operator. Scarily she knew my name and address before I said anything
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