Friday, July 21, 2006
Well I'm not going to prison. I've been banned from driving for a year and I've been fined.
The car isn't repairable and the car man says I was lucky not to be more hurt. So now I owe money on finance for a car I no longer have because it wasn't insured.
I'm glad I'm not going to prison.
I shall be doing a lot of cycling.
And to the person that made the anonymous comment hoping that I did go to prison and saying there is no reason to ever drive drunk, well, actually, there is. In a court of law special circumstances can be granted (if you ask for them) if you are a female trying to get away from a man you fear. Obviously that is not what happened to me beause I was not fearing anyone, I was just horribly upset, but I thought you might like to know that in case you feel the need to make a judgement another time in your life.
The car isn't repairable and the car man says I was lucky not to be more hurt. So now I owe money on finance for a car I no longer have because it wasn't insured.
I'm glad I'm not going to prison.
I shall be doing a lot of cycling.
And to the person that made the anonymous comment hoping that I did go to prison and saying there is no reason to ever drive drunk, well, actually, there is. In a court of law special circumstances can be granted (if you ask for them) if you are a female trying to get away from a man you fear. Obviously that is not what happened to me beause I was not fearing anyone, I was just horribly upset, but I thought you might like to know that in case you feel the need to make a judgement another time in your life.
Monday, July 03, 2006
The moral of the mysterious returning wallet.
Well. He giveth, then he taketh away, and then he giveth again.
A elderly asian gent knocked on our door yesterday and handed TBM back his wallet. Indside was everything, including the coin.
TBM wept.
The man's English was very limited, but apparently a child found it (in the vague direction points behind our house). I am so grateful for the lovely people who return things and who make up for the gits who steal.
Possibly, the price I have paid for praying to the Gods that the wallet be returned is as follows:
The night before the wallet came back I smashed my car up into smithereens after a horrible row with TBM. He told me to leave and I was drunk so I got in my car and I tried to drive it and instead I smashed it up. Now it's in some garage costing £12 for everyday it stays there, plus 300 quid for the fact that it was taken there. I very much doubt it's fixable.
Worse than this, the insurance I thought I had I didn't actually have, due to some confusion with my broker. So now I am a criminal; drunk driving, driving without insurance. I have to go to court on Friday.
The moral of this story?
Smashing the car could be the price I paid for praying.
However, it's far more likey to have occurred because actually I am a complete and utter twat. If I go to prison, please send me sweets and a Shiv.
Well. He giveth, then he taketh away, and then he giveth again.
A elderly asian gent knocked on our door yesterday and handed TBM back his wallet. Indside was everything, including the coin.
TBM wept.
The man's English was very limited, but apparently a child found it (in the vague direction points behind our house). I am so grateful for the lovely people who return things and who make up for the gits who steal.
Possibly, the price I have paid for praying to the Gods that the wallet be returned is as follows:
The night before the wallet came back I smashed my car up into smithereens after a horrible row with TBM. He told me to leave and I was drunk so I got in my car and I tried to drive it and instead I smashed it up. Now it's in some garage costing £12 for everyday it stays there, plus 300 quid for the fact that it was taken there. I very much doubt it's fixable.
Worse than this, the insurance I thought I had I didn't actually have, due to some confusion with my broker. So now I am a criminal; drunk driving, driving without insurance. I have to go to court on Friday.
The moral of this story?
Smashing the car could be the price I paid for praying.
However, it's far more likey to have occurred because actually I am a complete and utter twat. If I go to prison, please send me sweets and a Shiv.
