I pottered about for a bit and at 7:30 decided to have something to eat. I'd just started to cook when my neighbours called.
On their way back from shopping they noticed that somebody had smashed the back window of my car (I have an estate and the top of the tailgate is completely trashed).
It's covered by my insurance, save for the first £50 - but they can't fix it until Friday.
I'll probably vent 48 years of frustration on whoever did it, if I get the chance.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't the placid, easy going fool that I am.