Here's a story my mum recently recited to me

"When I was running a wine group for 12 people, one of the ladies couldn’t get onto my drive to park her car. She parked just down the road, but properly ran into somebody else’s car when she did.

She did a fair amount of damage, then backed off and parked somewhere else. She came into the wine meeting, and fortunately, somebody else who was arriving saw this happen. They expected her to say something about it when she came in, but she didn’t say a word.

This person told me quietly what had happened. Interestingly enough, the next morning I was doing some gardening when a lady came along the pavement, stopped, and said, 'Are you the owner of this house or the gardener?'

I said, 'I’m both.'

She said, 'Well, did you have a party at your house last night?'

I said, 'No, I had a wine group.'

'And was there an old lady, a bit like you, who came?'

I said, 'Yes... in a car. But she couldn’t park on my drive because it was full.'

She said, 'Yes—she went into the back of my car.'

I asked, 'Well, did you speak to her at the time?'

She said, 'Yes, I did. and when I asked, "Where is your address?" she pointed this house out and said, "This is where I live."'

I thought it was such a cheek! I felt no compulsion in giving the woman the full name and address of the lady to go and see her, because I was not liable for any sort of accident. The lady left the wine group soon after that. End of story."