£500 for a new wing mirror when I went years ago after a baboon sat on it and it snapped off. Only consolation was he hit the ground like a sack of what he’d just been smearing on my window. Looking back my car escaped in better shape than my Dad’s when he parked near the ground for a night game he took me too. Paid a kid a few quid to look after it and we came back to find the windows smashed and and the roof caved in. The little sod waved at us from down the street, opened his tracksuit top to show off his Liverpool shirt, flicked us the V’s and ran off. I hope the baboon lived a happy life.