So The Boy has a tennis lesson to go to this morning at a location about 10 miles from here.Mrs Nick says she will take him and off they go.I mope around for a bit and then decide to go out. Exit house, lock door, go to open car. Car not there
Mkrs Nick's car, however, is there!
Why has she gone in my car? She hates my car? WHat is wrong with her car?
Return to house. The phone rings. It is she. "The tennis is cancelled."
"Well come back then."
"I can't. Your car door is jammed open."
"OK (calmly). I will drive over there in your car and sort it out."
"You can't. My car keys are in my pocket."
I get a taxi!
When we get there I inspect the door. She has locked it open. I press the Unlocky button on the key fob and gently close the "jammed" door.
Mrs Nick is enraged by this.
I send her back in the taxi whilst I go off to a safe distance.
The taxi ride costs her £26
