I went to sleep pretty early on Saturday night but woke around midnight to the sound of my Mum calling "Jonathan, come and see the car." My first thought was that I was having a strange dream, but I got up and went outside. I found most of my neighbours congregated around Dave's mini (which I'm 'looking after' for him while he's in Sweden), which was on its side. It turns out that, in the absence of sheep, the children of Llandaff North have taken to mini-tipping.
The police came and then the fire brigade (the fuel was leaking out), and the mini was returned to his usual orientation with barely a scratch to show for it...