Only one calamity to go

Because they say they come in threes. Following my adventures with the silver machine's starter motor [entry], I awoke this morning to find that someone had driven into the front of it, destroying the grill.

The Concrete Kingdom of Swindon is full of arseholes. Did he/she leave a note? Did they fuck.

The damage to property doesn't bother me that much. If it was an accident, I'll quite happily forgive that, as long as the person responsible owns up and apologises. I mean we all have prangs, right? But the fact that they hit the car hard enough to shunt it down my street a couple of feet has me incensed. The lack of courtesy here bothers me a lot.

Woe-betide this motherfucker if I ever find out who it was. I probably never will, but thoughts of taking them down are about all that's getting me through the day.