Nearly lost me feckin cap

Well, the sun has come out at last, so I took the tarpaulin off the topless deepender and went for a spin. Got a bit carried away and went over 40 on the A38 (busy with emmet traffic) and me cap went flying.
Now, I'm very attached to my cap (me landroverin cap, as opposed to me shootin cap or me fishin cap or me goin to the pub cap) so I was determined to retrieve it from the middle of the dual carriageway.
Did a U turn over the central reservation, drove back to opposite where it landed and pulled up on the grass verge. Hey presto a ferkin cop car pulled up!
He asked me what I were doing, so I told him the truth. Turns out he was a Landy nut too, so he put on his blue lights and his yellow jacket and stopped the traffic for me so I could retrieve me cap!
We spent the next 10 min talkin about landys before he waved me on me way. What a Gent!
The rozzers have now gone up in my estimation.

Blimey, dint expect that ending!

Yup - and he din't query me dodgy lookin seatbelt mounting on the top of the centre bulkhead, or me invisible tax disk facing down onto the bonnet on the folded down windscreen.

Probably just glad to see someone not towing a caravan!

It's all a ploy, don't drop yer guard or they'll come down on yer like a ton of bricks, I'd keep a wary eye on the post for a few weeks theres plenty of time yet. Me cynical? Nivver.

yer im with grunt, their just on another "hearts and minds" mission, trying to round up some love for the filth... bastards.

G