A first I am not proud of
So I’ve got to Post number 7 and my promise to myself about this blog is about to be broken. This is supposed to be a positive blog about ‘firsts’ but I could hardly ignore this one.
Andy gets home from work, he wonders into the office, checks the post and opens an ominous letter. A humph and puff or two later, he enters the kitchen where myself, Ava and Benjamin have already commenced dinner. He says ‘what day of the week was July 21st?’. I answer ‘Saturday, the day before Benjamin’s birthday’. He says ‘what did we do that day?’. I say ‘a walk along the river in Reading and Ava, your mother & I went to pick your own in the afternoon’. The look of relief on his face as he realises, it wasn’t him, is palpable. ‘You have been caught speeding’ he says triumphantly, with a footnote of ‘I really thought it would be me first’.
35 mph in a 30 zone. I now have to officially own up to this misdemeanour and go on a speed awareness course. The silver lining to this may be the half day I get to spend on my own, although the Q&A states I will have to pay for the course instead of the fine, so I am left wondering how much a little me time is going to cost and whether a treatment in a spa might have been cheaper not to mention more relaxing. Nasty feeling I may have been caught again today though and if I have, I’ll have to accept the points and the fine to boot…grrrr…
‘I Did It Mummy’ fundraising for BIBS – https://www.justgiving.com/IDidItMummy