My old man was a theif
Sept '51 driving through Denham, my Father slows up and appears to be studying the hedge.
Step-Mother:- "What are you looking for?"
Father:- "I left a jar of petrol for my motor bike in there."
"When?"
"1918"
Me:- "I think it will have all evaporated by now."
Father:- "But the jar still might be there."
Thankfully we didn't stop to look for it.