Friday in the carpark next to the local Aldi (hurrah!). Next car along had the keys still stuck in the boot. Looked aeround no one taken a blind bit of notice. Should I go into the shops and shout at the top of me voice who owns theblack ford whatsismush? I thought Na. I did me shopping thinking the person in question would realise the mistake within moments and race out and nab the keys, preventing an 'upset'. Got back to our battered but loved peugot to find, yep the keys were still there. i was now convinced that if i went near the thing, let alone took a sneaky peak, I'd be sprayed with horrible black gunge and appear on 'You've been maimed', so I left well alone. Paranoid? No, they REALLY ARE AFTER ME.... Saturday, Kingfisher shopping Centre Redditch (every bit as nasty as it sounds). went to the loo and found £50 worth of phone sitting there. I was now convinced I was being targetted by some sort of revealing telly show. If I'd rung anyone on it, itwould have given me an electric shock an i'd be a laughing stock. I handed it in at the information desk to the awed exclamations of a bunch of chavvy little urchins hangig round.