I was driving
home after doing my taxi driving duties for my 17 year old son this afternoon
when I was confronted by a policeman who beckoned me to pull over. My heart sank. I immediately felt guilty – why do we do that even if we have
nothing to feel guilty about?
I’m not sure why
he chose me, maybe it was just chance or maybe it was the stupid faces I was
pulling practicing the facial exercises I’d just read about on the internet to
reduced wrinkles – that’ll teach me!.
Anyway, whatever
it was I felt it was a miracle. Why, I
hear you ask? Well, just yesterday I’d
noticed that the green insurance badge displayed on the windscreen of my car
had expired by 2 weeks. This is usually
sent a month or so in advance, so I realised I must have missed the letter
somehow. It’s been a busy few months
(or should I say years) and I’ve got a bit behind with the paperwork. This morning I persuaded my son that he if
he wanted that lift to town this afternoon the deal was he watch his little
brothers and sister while I do a bit of paperwork. I set to work going through the papers on my desk and right at
the bottom was an unopened envelope from our Insurance Company et voila – the
missing green Insurance paper I was looking for. So, I popped the appropriate piece into the plastic wallet on my
dashboard and made lunch.
