Cynthia gingerly made her way up the drive after a night on the town with the "Anne Summers Display Vixen Team"

With a groggy head she visualized the moment when, during a particularly tricky crossover manoeuvre it had got a little close for comfort.

Parts of the wreckage from the "Incident" were clearly visible to everyone else, except poor Cynthia. That was the last time she drank "creme de menthe shandy"