This evening I went to the local shops (in my car, Laura - the garage that did her MOT wrote the wrong reg. number on the test certificate so I have to take her back to get another one done!) to get fish and chips.
As I returned to my car, I noticed a dad and his daughter getting into their shiny Nissan QashQai which was parked next to mine. "Mind when you open the door." said the man to his daughter.
"Oh don't worry about that, the stickers are all over my car to hide the bumps and scratches." Said I in a jolly tone.
The dad didn't say anything but his look told me it wasn't MY car he was worried about. DOH!
