Left work tonight, down the steps out the door....no Supra. F**k me, I nearly passed out. Ran round the carpark, then over to the compound fence to see if some twoc'er was driving it off. Security guard was heartbroken, he loves my car almost as much as I do...radioed the top maintenance bod, ready to check the security cameras. By now I had a small crowd round me, mucho sympathy as I was almost in tears. 'Did they nick your keys or summat ?' I was asked. I checked my pockets, and my keys were gone. Shit, SHIT.
Then Jane turned up and the penny dropped. Shed bought me into work this morning after Id dropped the Supra off at the bodyshop. Im still beetroot.