[kirklancaster]

We parked our van up in a huge, fairly busy Morrison's car park in York where we are currently working, while we used the Morrison's Cafe for some breakfast (even though it was about 1 pm).

We are renovating a large 4/5 bedroom property which has 2 bathrooms and an en-suite and we have completely ripped out the main bathroom and remodelled it, and it has been a real 'B' with hidden problems galore due to it having been botched before.

Enough to say that I was tired and feeling more than 'peed off' as we went for that much-needed break.

I returned to the van while my mate bought fresh milk for our 'brews' back on the job and as I approached our van I saw a bespectacled guy in an anorak who was about 60 years old and clutching a document wallet under his arm who seemed to be trying our van's front passenger door. I stopped to watch him as he then walked around the front of the van and went to the front driver's door.

I was getting annoyed because he seemed like some kind of 'Repo Man' and the van's paid for, so I hurried towards him ready to 'have words' but he had a 'fob' in his hand and was repeatedly pushing a button on it whilst trying the door handle.

As I approached him I noticed another white Transit van which was parked about 100 yards away from ours in another part of the car park and I realised that this guy was mistakenly trying to get into the WRONG van even though his van was a High Top and ours wasn't

As I neared him I saw that he was obviously Jewish and resembled Woody Allen and he was still pressing his fob like mad and trying to open the van door.

I said to him: "I think you're trying to get in the wrong van mate".

As he looked at me he seemed confused but did not say ANYTHING so I indicated the High Top Transit and said: "Is that your van"?

He hit himself on the head with the hand which held the fob and just laughed sheepishly and shook his head.

He smiled and apologised then AMBLED - or shambled comically to be more accurate - across to his van but halfway to it, he laughed out loud for several seconds, slapped himself on the head a couple of more times, then turned around to me and waved like mad.

I waved back and was just such a lovely comical guy that I could not help smiling and he LIFTED me and made my day.

His van, by the way, was almost BRAND NEW, gleaming, was worth TWICE more than ours, and was obviously NOT a builder's van.

God Bless him.