Not my precious car

I'm a bag of nerves tonight. it's MOT day tomorrow and Suzie babe (my faithful Suzuki Swift) has to spend the best part of the day being prodded and poked.  This is not the worst part, not by a long chalk.  Four cars back. I took my Ford Fiesta for her MOT and when I went to collect her and find out if she had passed the test, I got the shock of my life when the mechanic told me to take her straight to the scrap yard.  Gasp! Quell horror, you said what, why?" 

Apparently some clever dick had fixed up the car and the engine was only held up with filler. as the car was black it wasn't obvious to the naked novice eye, e.g. Me.  Argh I had only filled her up with diesel the day before. what a waste.  

Well i had no choice did I?  Me and the boys jumped in and drove straight to the scrap yard where I received the princely sum of £75.00 for scrapping my baby Fiesta.  I completed the log book sold section and popped it in the post on the way home, (very conscientious me). Public transport here we come...

Early next morning. Sunday, we were woken up by hammering on the front door and got a shock to see two policemen standing there, I let them in wondering what was amiss and soon found out when i was asked where my Ford Fiesta was. puzzled I told them I had scrapped it the day before.  I was then informed that the car had been used in a ram raid on a shop in Ashton-Under-Lyne. well you can bet your bottom dollar I wasn't driving officer, bloody good job i completed the log book entries for selling the car isn't it. The officers seemed to believe me and left us in peace.  what a relief that was.  However, I am a quivering bag of nerves every year on MOT day.