God Wants His Car Back

Sitting in the car (I seem to do a lot of that) waiting for my oldest son to emerge from the sports centre - I started playing with my iPhone and a model VW beetle.

With one eye closed, holding the car up to the windscreen with my left hand - lining it up and snapping the pictures with the other hand. I was having great fun until I realised I was being watched by a couple bewildered looking parents.

I just smiled, made some brrrmm-brrmm noises and drove my car back into the glove compartment (while accidentally turning on the wipers with my elbow). Sometimes I feel like the long-lost son of Mr. Bean.