A strange, scary, seldom seen, sight.

No, not the wheelie-bin, not the weeds, they'll go.
The fact that, when you go out for the milk and you're used to seeing the sharp end of "The Wagon" and the V50 in its entirety and you see this the immediate, senile, early morning thought:-

"Some B@$%@d's nicked me car!"
I suppose I'll get hardened to it.

;¬)