Message in a Dream

It was a silly little argument that meant absolutely nothing, but I had to go off on one, didn't I, storming off like a kid in a strop.

I should have known better.  It was dark and it was raining and I'd had a bellyful of Carvery.  Anyway, it was my choice to go driving off.

I'd hardly covered five yards when a police van approached me from the other side of the road.  It was odd that I was driving on the right-hand-side - but then, so was the police van.  I'd not even got rid of all the condensation on the windscreen.  I was in a foul mood.

So this policeman approaches my car and I wind the window down as he bends to lean over me.  He'd taken blood tests by the time I was in that little interrogation room.  I was saying for the umpteenth time that I hadn't drunk any alcohol, but he just kept interrupting me that he knew I hadn't, but the fact remained that I was over the limit and they were going to slap 3 points on my licence and a fine of £218 on me.

Talk about frustration.  I really wanted to grab hold of his ears and bash the back of his head against the wall.  But I couldn't really do that.  I looked at the other policeman who was sat, sullen-faced, in the hope that he might understand how ridiculous the whole thing was.  Not a chance.  He was convinced of my guilt as well.

I was then shouting.  Not only had I not had any alcohol, but I also had not taken any drugs.  One policeman was now sat on the table next to me and the other sat in a chair opposite me, and me desperately trying to figure out what was going on.

Then it all came clear. They knew I hadn't been drinking because of the blood test.  They knew I wasn't under the influence of any drugs because of the blood test.  However, I was, in fact, over the limit for food.

That Carvery was just too much and I was paying the price for it.  They even found the till receipt in my jacket pocket.



It's far too easy to trust a smile.


Waking up from a dream hasn't been so sweet for such a long time.  I don't care that it's just 4am; I'm just happy that I don't have 3 points on my licence because I was over the limit for food.

You might think that I would be looking at starting the diet tomorrow, but... I mean, it's not likely.  I don't scare that easily :)





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