Just as Anthony was having tests to find out why he was ill I got a "new" car. I was desperate as the old one had died and rushed into buying a Citroen with no tax. The seller agreed to send on the paperwork (and for some reason I believed them)but it never arrived so Anthony was despatched to the Vehicle licensing office to buy a year's tax for it. He rang me from the office and the conversation went like this: Anthony: Mum - did you do anything funny to the MOT? They've been looking at it for ages. Mum: No. It's just as I got it. What have they said? Anthony: Nothing. Just looking. Something's happening. The police have just arrived. Have to go.... Mum: Anthony! Anthony!.... I had another call later; Anthony: Mum. Me. I've been arrested. Mum: Giggles. Anthony: THEY'VE FINGERPRINTED ME! Mum: What have they said? Anthony: THEY'VE TAKEN MY BLOODY SHOE LACES! Mum: Calm down. It's not that bad. Anthony: YES IT IS!!!! Have to go.... Of course it was all sorted out. When he told the Police that he was doing a favour for his Mum who was a Senior Appeals Officer for HM Customs and Excise they started talking to him nicely and released him on bail. I gave a statement and there were no more problems but he never forgave me for nearly getting him a criminal record or for laughing every time we passed the police station on the way to the hospital. But the lady police officer who arrested him was hot, so he didn't mind too much.