Everything happens in threes, I tried not to say a week ago. One: operation. Two: tooth. And three…
My car was broken into overnight. They took a couple of quid at most, which I kept handy to pay car park charges. That’ll learn me. (It’s usually obscured by other stuff, but I guess it wasn’t obscured enough.)
Oh well. At least they left my MOT and driving specs. And a shower of glass all over the off-side rear seat.
Time for a cup of tea, I think.