And I paid the cow 20 notes so I could get into young miss Ginger Devex at the funeral. Bloody Toyota's.When the local fuzz turned up [it happened a long way from home] I started my description of events and he stopped me with a laugh and said 'You're in the job aren't you?'...I didn't speak to the young lady in the other car. Partly because she was a bit fainty and stayed in her seat until the medics took her out and off for a check up and also because I didn't want to -she'd just wrecked one of the nicest cars I've ever had [and one I won't be able to replace as Toyota Auris estates are not common round here], oh and damn near knackered me. If the hedge hadn't been there I'd have rolled it.