Today’s sentence: “I have no idea how it got there.”
So far, so good.
Hopefully no-one would notice for a few days, and when they did, he could blatantly lie.
As it turned out, nobody used the car for over a week, and when they did, they were in too much of a hurry to notice a slight rearrangement of the bodywork.
However, when putting the car away, his father saw the dent and naturally asked who had driven the car last.
His mother said she’d used the mini to do her shopping, so all eyes fell on Jack.
He looked at the offending dent and shook his head.
‘I have no idea how it got there,’ he said.
And he didn’t. The damage his father was referring to was on the opposite side to that which was now miraculously intact.