Gorgon, Gorgon, Gone!

Up late because I didn't have to do anything.
It was a lovely day so eventually we made it to Canoe Lake and kicked a football about and went to the seafront café for lunch. We had to wait 45 minutes for the food to arrive so Jof ground her teeth a bit and my fish and chips were ok and Jof pulled lots of bacon fat out of her lukewarm buttie. Buttie, not bottie, family programme here.
The beach was but a short stagger away so we dug trenches for the seawater and built a pre-ruined castle and dropped stone bombs on the machine gun turrets and got sandy.
So yesterday, we got the big car back and that was nice but because the battery had been disconnected, it had reverted to factory settings and the radio wanted a keycode if we were ever going to listen to music again.
Well of course we tried 1234 but that was wrong so a quick internet search revealed that you have to take the radio out, look up the serial number, and take that to your local Ford dealer for them to get you a keycode at significant expense and hassle, unless you bought one off the chaps on Ebay for £3. So last night he jemmied off the fascia and unscrewed the radio hoping that a policeperson would not come along and say 'Ello 'Ello, why are you jemmying that car radio out in the middle of the night.
But our serial number begins with V not M or anything sensible, so even the nice Ebay chaps charge £10, just our luck. So we did that, and the radio said wrong code. So we did it again and the radio actually punished us by saying you have to wait 30 minutes before you can try again, and the Ebloke sent the right code.
So we thought the 30 minutes would be up by morning, but no, the car has to be switched on for the clock to count down. So we said it'll only take a couple of journeys, 30 minutes, no problem. But every time you start the car, it resets to 30 minutes - you have to drive for half an hour for the clock to run down. No journey we do lasts more than 15 minutes. So when we got back from the beach, there he was, in the car with a mug of coffee and a book.
So Jof and I made a Gorgon Medusa on one of those little plinth columns for sundials, and we painted her lurid colours and gave her snake hair and here we are trying to turn each other to stone by ugliness alone.