Page 101 - It's a Rum Life Book 3 "Ivy House Tales 1970 to 1984"

(Picture Boston Police Station)

They let Michael out again. I suppose the
story was so incredulous it had to be true.
Michael recovered his own car from a town
car park and went home.

The police contacted the owner of the
“other” car who collected it from the police
station and began to travel to his home in
Frieston a small village about three miles
out of the town to the East.
This was by no means the end of our story for the poor chap who owned the other beige
1800.

On his way home he was spotted by a Police
patrol car!
After a brief chase he was stopped and told
he was driving a stolen vehicle!
“Of course,” he said. “I own it and I reported it
stolen earlier today. I’ve just collected it from
the police station.”
This was all before police had personal
radios, in fact many patrol cars didn’t have
radios either.

“You will just have to come back to the “station” and explain yourself please sir!” or
something like that was how the story then developed.
Our poor suffering beige 1800 owner had to go back to the police station and verify his
story!
How many miles that car actually did that day I do not know exactly, but if only it could tell
the tale!
The story does not quite end here.

The reason we know the car owner’s side of the story is that the very next day two ladies
were talking while at work together at a vegetable pack house just out of the town.

One was Albert’s wife and the other lady’s husband owned a beige 1800 and had the most
terrible experience the day before when his car had been taken away by mistake!

Evidently Albert had not notice that two beige1800’s were parked side by side in the town
and he had just chosen the wrong one. Albert being Albert, the car lock was no barrier
apart from being a little stiff!

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