Hello, I'm John and I'm only little. Sort of Little John.
Once, waiting for the little woman, Rotweiller, I watched a mini bump a Ford (Zodiac I think). The young man stopped, spent some time writing some info on a sheet of paper and slipped it under the Ford's windscreen wiper. Then he drove off. I thought perhaps I should add my details as a witness. I retrieved the piece of paper and read "The old fart watching me thinks I'm leaving my insurance details. But I'm not."
I promptly added his car details including his reg number and put it back under the windscreen, with my contact details.
Something like that is going on with this missive though.