Monday, November 28, 2016

Flashed at

Driving to Daughter's this morning I was tootling away on my imaginary trumpet to Mozart's Horn Concerto when there was a sudden flash in front of my eyes.

Was I hallucinating? Strange hallucination if it were. Was it lightning? With a clear blue sky it seemed unlikely. Leaving the only possible answer: the speed camera flashed at me.

I blame Mozart. I drive the road loads of times and I always slow down when the speed limit changes from 40 to 30. Really there should be a slow-down zone where a little bit of excess speed doesn't count. I think.

Well, I can't go on a speed awareness course before Christmas; I'm too busy.

But last week I scratched the front side of Mini reversing out of Uncle's underground car park. It is a very narrow turnround area and Husband has done it himself but it has set me thinking that maybe I should give up driving. Or definitely pay more attention.

Anyway, poopy, poopy, poopy.


nick said...

Sometimes you don't even know what the speed limit is. It's very sneaky when you see a Speed Camera warning but there's no indication of the permitted speed. What am I supposed to do? Slow down to 30 mph with a string of annoyed and impatient drivers behind me? And yes, you're right, there should be a slow-down zone.

Liz Hinds said...

Ah well, thanks to Husband having done the speed awareness course twice I do know about speed limits and what they are! And usually i'm quite good. Hey ho. I shall report back fully when I've done the course myself.