My son had managed to write off three cars in as many years, so was carless. Occasionally, he borrowed mine.
One day, after he had borrowed it, I noticed five bricks in the footwell of the car, with attached ivy.
I phoned him at work.
"Why are those bricks in my car?"
"Oh, yes I meant to tell you. I hit a wall. The car is not damaged."
"But why did you keep the bricks?"
"Sorry, Mum, it's your wall."
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