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When your car gets stolen; a girl & boy response.

03/03/2016 9 Comments

Let me begin by explaining the whole ordeal.

Last Sunday, Dickie’s sister came to lunch & as we headed out to the pub, we got to the end of the road to discover that our car was gone. We danced from one foot to the other as we both racked our brains about where we’d parked it last. This soon turned to worry & guilt on my part as I thought maybe we’d been towed before I realised that I’m an ACTUAL resident & therefore this left us with the only conclusion… our car had been stolen. Gulp. I didn’t even think that happened any more!

At this point, myself & Dickie went down two completely different paths of coping with the situation. Let me explain…

1st response
Dickie: text policeman friend to see who’s best to contact.
Mel: call the f*cking police.


2nd response
Dickie: search around in phone looking for policeman friend’s number.
Mel: Google whether it’s 101 or 110 that you need for non-urgent police matters (the answer is 101 by the way). Oh screw it, just call the f*cking police.


3rd response
Dickie: call 101 & insurance company.
Mel: Think of work. Slack colleagues to discuss working from home. Get drawn in to work chat, end up answering email.


4th response
Dickie: drink ALL the wine.
Mel: don’t drink all the wine. Contemplate moving. Visualise what our next home will be like. Start a new Pinterest board.


Next day
call police every couple of hours to enquire whether they’d found vehicle, agree they’ll contact when they have news, contact again every few hours. REPEAT. Contact insurance company, discover we don’t have hire car cover but we do have gap insurance. Do a little dance. Plan next car.
Mel: have a full meltdown, crying about Arthur (I gave the car a name) being all alone with strangers & having nobody to look after him. Freak at the thought of no car & therefore no independence. One word: hormones.


Next day
Dickie: speak to neighbours looking for sympathy, thinly veiled under the disguise of asking whether they’d heard a car alarm. Spend at least 3 hours searching car dealer websites for Range Rovers.
Mel: demand hire car, do nothing to fulfil this request. Blame hormones.


Next day
Dickie: speak to local offices looking for sympathy, thinly veiled as a request about whether they’ve got CCTV. Spend at least 3 hours searching car dealer websites for Range Rovers.
Mel: still demand hire car, do nothing to fulfil this request. Blame hormones.


Next day
Dickie: contemplate leaving hand written letters on all high value cars in the local area looking for sympathy, thinly veiled as wanting to warn them about thieves in the area. Spend at least 3 hours searching car dealer websites for Range Rovers.
Mel: decide that I must have hire car immediately, pay through the nose to get one within the hour. Blame hormones.


A week later
Dickie: call Range Rover dealer looking for sympathy, thinly veiled as shopping for a new car. OK, maybe I’m pushing it with that one. Plan every method possible for securing new car against being stolen again & look at it as an opportunity to get a few extra toys without Mel realising.
Mel: spend hours deciding upon a name for the new car, whilst pining for Arthur. Blame hormones.

All joking aside, I would have been lost without Dickie taking care of everything over the past week, he’s been a saint and I’ve been nothing but a crying, hormonal, whinging wreck. But that said, I never realised that boys needed so much sympathy where cars were concerned! I’m pretty sure he’s now on first name terms with the policeman after how many times he’s called just to ‘check in’.

Melanie Kentish

Hi! My name's Mel and I'm a 30 something blogger living in Windsor, UK with my two ginger cats and a rather handsome husband. White Cotton Peonies is the place where you'll find my ramblings on health, fashion, beauty, food and my random adventures as a soon-to-be mum. Enjoy.


  1. Hannah


    Oh that’s awful Mel! I think these car thieves are super clever these days and number plates etc are changed really quickly and it’s shipped off before you know it. Poor Arthur :( It’s funny to see how men and women deal with it though isn’t it!

    It reminds me of when my parents had their car stolen when I was about 11. It was after my Nan’s funeral and we were walking outside to the car, only to see it being driven off my some boy racer in a baseball cap! My Dad and Uncle actually gave chase for a little bit but it was pointless. They got the car back in the end, dented and with footprints all over the inside of the roof! Will never forget everyone’s reaction though, panic and disbelief and of all the times!

    Thank goodness this happened before all your baby paraphernalia was in the car, that would have been so much worse I think. Let’s hope Karma catches up with them soon! xx

    • Melanie Kentish


      I can’t believe what happened to your parents car….! Unbelievable. Yes, thankfully nobody was hurt and the car seat hadn’t been put in yet, so it could have been much worse. Apparently it can be done with an iPad these days… which makes me sound really old! 😀 xxx

  2. Sophie


    OMG this sounds SO stressful, how awful!!

    Sophie x

    • Melanie Kentish


      It really wasn’t ideal! :) x

  3. Pamela | Life With Munchers


    The absolute *bleep, bleep, bleepity, bleeps*. I hope the police catch the *bleeping bleeps* and Arthur isn’t half way to Madagascar on new plates. Hugs x

    • Melanie Kentish


      Hahahaha. Thank you so much for cheering me up :) x

  4. Angela


    I love how you can make something awful, so bloody hilarious. In all serious though, what a nightmare! Poor Arthur xo

  5. Katie


    I spent 7 years as a high net worth vehicle/property Insurance Broker (for my sins). So this is sadly a familiar story for me, I won’t lie, I still find it horrifying the lengths people will/would go to steal a car.
    I really do feel for you both, esp at such an important time for you..& keep in mind, karma comes back on people 😉 X

    • Melanie Kentish


      Thanks lovely. Scary how much of it goes on and how advanced these people are! Hope you’re well x

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