Using the canal

A bright spell in the day and the canal was busy.

Later Donald took me to Ikea and after picking up this and that along the arrowed routes I waited with a poke of chips for D to bring the car over to the (then) empty loading bay. He arrived at the same time as a huge spanking new black Range Rover. I was not paying much attention and bent into the passenger door to clear a bit of a space. When I emerged from my bending position I came right into the vicinity of a very smart lady who promptly said
"You have opened your door right into my car and have scratched it" You can tell by peoples voices when they are not pleased, I suppose the content and context of their words also give a bit of a hint.
I was non-plussed because I had not realised at all. I looked this huge black beast over and did spot a little mark which I was presumably guilty of. I approached it, licked my finger and proceeded to give it a little rub. I looked back at the angry lady and shrugged my shoulders a little, not quite knowing what to do.
"Is that all you can do, lick your finger and shrug your shoulders"
The tone was not helpful.
I re-acted, (should have taken a deep breath, I know).
Me - "What would you like me to do? Dip into my pockets and give you a million pounds for the repair"

The thing is, never in my life have I had to worry about a scratch (a half to three-quarters of an inch long and minisculey thin).
We were standing on the same piece of ground and under the same bit of sky but we were planets away from each other in experiences.
I don't know how much the damage will work out costing me.