Woody is rummaging around in the back of the Jeep. “I just reorganised it yesterday and now everything is in a different place, we must have been robbed, but I can’t find anything missing!” he says.
We stare at the back of the car, the umbrella and hiking stick are within easy reach which is strange as they are normally behind the seat and rarely used. Come to think of it nothing is in logical order.
We search the car for things of value, the GPS (who’d want her, she lies so often?), the small change (whoopee enough for a newspaper). Nothing has gone.
A couple of hours later we’re still scratching our heads when a mate says “Didn’t you get the car rewired at the Auto Electrician yesterday?” Oh shit!