So there i was, sat in the lay-by by the nice lake enjoying my bacon sarnie from the van for my elevenses.
Rat a tat tat went my side window.
Both of them.
A twenty something youth was stood either side of my van.
They both came from somewhere not very sunny, trialled and errored with grooming products, and wore Makita shelled fleeces.
So i gets out, simultaneously locking my van.
“Sorry mate, i’ve no idea what you’re saying”
Meanwhile the pair of blokes from the other 4×4 were having the same linguistic difficulties explaining themselves to the other car owners in the lay-by
“Doo yoos wanna jenny rator ora ded smart chain sore all new you know, in the van, cash, wanem ?”
Did i want a generator or a stihl saw out the back of an Toyota 4×4, from an Irish youth of disputable honesty, in a lay-by just off Jct 4 of the M54 ?