Parked up and got out of the FF last Friday (9:30ish) outside the homestead when I heard a bit of a commotion across the road. I had spotted a youth in the distance walking up the street as I pulled up, but he started talking very loudly on his phone and as I was in the middle of closing the gates I couldn't help looking at him and noticing he seemed a bit under dressed. He literally just had on a t shirt and shorts (the Damart type), was limping quite badly with nothing on his feet and was obviously in pain. I dont normally enjoy listening to someone else's conversation, but this is how it went - 'Hello, Hello, HELLLLLOOO, (pause) I need you to come get me, YES NOW, N-O-W, (long pause) yes I know, I KNOW, I havent got my wallet, no I wasnt coming home tonight - just get here, Ill tell you where when I can find a street sign, why? GOD, if you must know I had to jump out of the window - her F******g husband came home! He then entered the phone box at the top of our street to await his ride. Brian Rix (as our older readers would know) would be laughing his britches off. QUID FACIUM TIBI
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2003 TD6 VOGUE Zambezi Silver
tows 2006 Lunar Delta 540/2