OMG, their is a very large barrel of sh1t balancing on the edge of a precipice, and I'm trapped directly beneath it.
He may not have spotted anything, but he can certainly smell something, literally.
Bodyfiller dust in the car!
I was just SO busy cleaning and removing every last single trace of anything having been done to the exterior for 3 hours yesterday, that I didn't even think about the interior.
He'd like to know why it smells of 'bodyshop', and I've got 18 hours to come up with a valid reason before he comes home from work tomorrow night.
He was too knackered to argue the toss tonight, and he's out at the crack of dawn tomozo.
Why has this sh1t happened to me please?
