So the cops searched all of Harare for a body, and they couldn’t find a single hit-and-run victim to pin on me.
So the cops wasted all this time and it’s too late to investigate what ACTUALLY happened to my fucking car, whether someone fucked it up deliberately or it was parked at the scene of a brawl.
So I have a gleaming new windscreen fitted, and I’ve ordered a new side mirror from RSA, together with beautiful new headlamps. Sans bulbs, but that’s in the works, I have my eye on a set of lovely white brights!
So I try to get 3D Motors in Msasa to fit the new parts, but they take a week to give me a quote, and when I call they say no, bring it in and the guys will figure out how much to charge you. Yeah.
So I’m sure The Mouse is getting tired of chaufrering my black ass around, and the Holiday is a coupla days away, and I really miss my bitch, so I’m taking matters into my own hands.
So I’ve googled and googled and I’m doing my little DIY project tonight, and hopefully my car will be inspected and back on the road tomorrow.
So I’m pretty apprehensive, but I have print-outs, a cookie-baking girlfriend and a sense of purpose, so I am Doing. This. Shit.
So watch this space.