There was a knock at the door early yesterday morning, before I was up, that DD answered. A distressed-looking woman said she'd hit our car.
DH was still bleary eyed so I pulled a coat on over my pyjamas and popped out. DH's car was in the street and she pranged the front driver's side, God knows how there were no obstructions not too close to the corner or anything.
I said not to worry and that I'd take her details, I took a photo of the damage and one of her car number plate but then she started to cry and said it was her father's funeral tomorrow.
I for got all about the car and just concentrate on making sure she was OK, offering her tea. I didn't think she should be on the road in her state of distress and asked her in to calm down.
She gathered herself and mages to drive off, once back inside I realised I hadn't got her name or number 
I later also thought she could have been a member of an Am Dram society for all I knew. I have at least got he reg, I did think she might call back with her details but didn't though she may well have much more important things on her mind.
DH doesn't think it's worth an insurance job.