I got done for speeding for the first time in this country - having lived here for 26 years. I couldn't believe it - how had I not been caught before? And this particular trip I have no recollection of getting flashed by the camera person. I was driving 57 mph in a 50 zone somewhere on the outskirts of Coventry.
It was a particularly harrowing weekend that one, involving supporting my eldest son for his appointment with the local police, and taking my family with me in the car. And by some incredible irony, my eldest son walks out scot-free and I'm the one the rozzers end up nabbing. Sod's law.
There is an entire graphic novel to be written about that terrible weekend but no one would believe it and I don't want to be labelled a fantasy writer. Suffice to say I now get why being 'sent to Coventry' is something you definitely don't want to happen to you.
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