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.
Friday, July 21, 2006
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.
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