Neanderthal borrows the car now and then. It makes sense. He doesn't risk writing off another car (Latest score: 4) and I don't use the car much more than I have to as I'm trying to walk as often as I can.
He returned the car a few weeks ago and as I pushed the front seat forward to toss my shopping bags in the back, I noticed five old bricks in the footwell, complete with ivy.
"What are those bricks doing in my car?" I asked, quite reasonably, I thought.
"Oh, yes, I was going to tell you. I drove into a wall."
"Well, I kind of guessed that, but why did you want to keep the bricks?"
"Well, Mum, it's your wall."
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