Bad enough that the driver's window was smashed, but the steering column was also wrecked, so much so that the tow-truck guy had to hot-wire the engine so he could nurse it out of the car park to his truck (which was too big to get into the car park)
And the insurance company engineer has declared it a write-off (although given that it's a 96 reg, I wasn't all that surprised).
I am unreasonably upset by all this. Not just the loss of a car, but the loss of that car. You see, that car used to belong to my parents. I passed my driving test on it, and while it's not the only car I've driven, it's certainly the one I've driven the most. But not only that, it was really my late mother's car. She put more miles on it in the 3 years before her death than I've put on it in the 13 years since. And I guess a part of me feels like it's one less link I have to her now.
Which is possibly why I've been feeling a bit raw inside since I found out what had happened.
(kudos to the local guards who had officers round about 40 mins after I'd phoned it in. Credit also to my neighbour who alerted me, as I wouldn't have been anywhere near the car for another week otherwise)