Forty minutes. From a phone call on a bus.
And my phone went twice while we were moving.
***Mum wants the car tomorrow as well so don’t make plans.***
***And tidy up before we’re back. Investors might come by tonight.***
And I looked at that screen and understood that my husband genuinely believed I was on my way home to warm something up and wait.
And before that man had finished his main course there was somebody standing next to my car in a restaurant car park with the registration documents.
What actually happened in that car park, because the version people want is more cinematic.
Nobody was arrested and nothing was seized dramatically.
That vehicle is registered solely to me and always has been. It was a gift from
