The rear registration plate went missing from my car at some point on Friday. I only just got around to sorting it out since I never went anywhere at the weekend. Odd thing is, I was at the hospital earlier and a woman came up acting like she knew me, turns out she's a friend of the bloke who lives downstairs' from me and I've met her once or twice. I used to get on okay with Andy, but I've been engaged in a cold war with him since December over the whole frozen water supply farce.
She seemed friendly enough considering she knows me and Andy have been sniping at each other over idiotic "anti social neighbour" stuff for some time now, but what weirded me out was she pointed out the licence plate had been missing from my car for a few days, fixings and all. How did she know the fixings had been removed? It might have just broken off for all she knew. Is she just super observant, plain nosy or is there something more sinister going on here?
You'd think the latter would be naught but paranoia right? Really? Then why did a police car follow me from outside the hospital to Halfords? I can only imagine their disappointment when I emerged 15 minutes later clutching my replacement licence plate and promptly affixed it. I took the opportunity to report my original plate disappearing while they were there, just in case it was actually nicked by the diamorphine connoisseurs of Stewarton or Shortlees on Friday night for some sinister purpose. Who knows?!
Yes, no, sorry. I'll take my pills now, Mother.
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