I doubled back as my future self would have driven me nuts if I hadn’t tried something. The Future Self would be a few hours later, around 3am staring at the ceiling.

Impressively, it looks how the future would have seen it – almost.

Plastic is my pet peeve, but strangely, my heart went out to this loner lying on the dark pavement lit by a parked car’s single headlight.

I noticed the car was empty and brutally forced into the space: all lopsided with the front left wheel perched half on the curb and half in the air. That the driver wanted this bay was clear.

A large SUV was parked in front with something else at the rear. The whole thing was tight – a tight situation, and I had a feeling the absent driver was getting tighter while I stood in the beam.

Trying to get out of this spot with a dead battery wasn’t ideal for a happy ending to the evening.

But I thought the plastic looked monumental lying there like a stranded jellyfish or a deflated Casper the Ghost.

I don’t exactly know what it was as I didn’t prod it. I do know I should have dumped it, but I’ll worry about that later at 3am.