I walked out to my car yesterday morning and saw this...
Someone had stolen the Fiesta!
My initial thought was "Did we take the car somewhere last night?", but then it clicked that it really had been stolen.Who in the world would steal a 1.1 Fiesta with about an much "GO" as an anorexic hamster during the day? Only a yoghurt.
I called Mandy and she started ringing people as I left for work, there really wasn't anything I could do.
At about 11:00 that day Mandy gave me a ring and said that the police had found the car, but it was in a ditch. The odd thing here was that it was little more than 1 mile from our house. Who would steal a poor performing car and drive it for 1 mile before either dumping it or crashing it into a ditch. Only a yoghurt.
They probably wouldn't have got much further considering that the car had almost no petrol in it at all. I can't believe this is happening. We had only just repaired the thing as it broke down about a month ago. We were also trying really hard to get all the money together to pay for the tax and insurance.
I didn't know how much damage had been done until this morning when we went to the impound lot to see the car and retrieve anything that was in the car. We really didn't expect anything to be there but nothing was taken. Not even the CD player. Who would take a slow car, with not much petrol, about a mile down the road, drive it into a ditch and not even take a Blink182 greatest hits CD? Who? Only a yoghurt.
Anyway, looking at the damage on the car we can see that it will probably be an insurance write off. There is a lot of damage to the front driver side bumper, which isn't quite clear in any of the pictures below, but it would take more than the car is worth to fix. There was also a lot of damage to the passenger side door which Mr. Yoghurt bent back to gain entry to MY car. Here are some pictures from the impound lot (it was clean on Thursday night).
Front passenger side notice the mud on the wheel.
Back passenger side. The tyre here was flat and you can just see the damage to the door that was caused on entry.
Close up of damage to door.
Back driver side. Did Mr. Yoghurt drive it through a field or something?
Front passenger side. Damage to bumper can be seen, but not clearly.
Close up of underside driver side front. More detail on damage to bumper. There was also a lot of damage to the stearing column where Mr. Yoghurt managed to start the car. Apparently all you have to do is get the back of the lock off and just twist a screwdriver in it. I wish he had died in the crash.
Once we had been to see the Fiesta we had to go into Crewe police station and have our fingerprints taken. This was just to eliminate us from their enquiries, but I really didn't mind doing it. Actually it was quite interesting and now my fingerprints are on record. Many people are afraid of what they see as a "big brother society", but I welcome it. My philosophy is that if you have nothing to hide you have nothing to be afraid of. If you break the law then you have to pay for it and with a society completely under surveillance there would be little crime, and even then the people doing it would probably be caught.
So we won't be getting the Fiesta back. The car I learnt to drive in is gone. I would be upset if we had sold it, but this has got me really down. I am now utterly paranoid and keep going to have a look to see if the Octavia is still there. It's driving me crazy.
Mandy is going to start going into town on the bus and see how it goes, but from her initial research she said that it would cost £3 each way. This cannot be right, but the only way we are able to actually find out is if she just gets on the bus.
What is the point? I work every hour that I have to better myself and earn money for my family and then some fool comes along and throws yet another spanner in the works. Sometimes I feel that everything I do is for nothing. But I suppose it doesn't count for anything really, cosmically speaking.