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Done over

After travelling to pick up my daughter from my sister's, as she had been staying there for half of the summer holidays. To give her something to do and help entertain my sister's kids (as they had just moved from Newcastle to Liverpool). All the customary stuff out the way, unpacking (as i decided to stay over a couple of nights), catching up, cuppa's, food etc you know the kind of stuff. Oh even the greeting of the dog, who by the way always goes mad to see us.....

Well children in bed, we chatting, as you do and about half hour after midnight my Bro-in-Law takes the dog out for her last walk before we all go to bed..... Pretty normal yes hang on I'm getting there....
Well 5 min possibly less later he comes back in 'come outside' he says to me, 'and bring your keys' OMG i thought whats happened. So i do as i'm asked and go outside, to find some little Scouser has only gone and smashed my rear windscreen! Did they try and take anything? NO! Did they even try to get in the car? NO! Did they not even try to take the car? NO!.... Smashed it and (pardon my french here) Buggered off!!!!

The mess unbelievable, glass everywhere.. So my B.I.L patches it back up for me. I realise no insurance documents are with me.. (stupid probably) but come on how many of us actually carry them around with us? So i look up the company on the internet, phone the police, they take the information and will ring back in the morning with the crime ref & stuff for me. Ring the insurace company who give me Autoglasses number, I ring them they take my details and say they will ring me tomorrow when the glass is in. Cool sorted.............. Er you think ............

So 3am before i go to bed as i'm awake now ... Following morning phone call from glass company, on way.. great thinking get it fitted go home next day easy! Of course not life dosn't go like that...

Poor guy from the glass company, gets it all cleaned up and ready then finds out, its the wrong glass! So now what you ask? yes me too lol... They will reorder for the next day and if thats wrong also, well i'll have to drive home and get it sorted at home cos they will have to order it from the Car manufactures ... Ok so he covers the back windscreen for me with a giant roll of sticky back plastic twice.. Luckily the next day the right glass came, fitted all done... Yes then of course the stinging blow... £75 ................... yes £75 from me to them because some little GIT smashed the screen... couldn't even do the job properly and nick it burn it out or even total them selves in it... No smash and they grab my money too.... talk about being done over...

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