Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn Category: Life Went out last night, with Angela - to a pub, wait no, TWO pubs. I even had a glass of red wine. Never again with the alcohol. One glass, I had hiccups all the way home, was uncomfortable for over an hour and wanted to be sick. Apart from that it was great - girly gossip, loud laughing in fairly empty pubs on a Thursday night - minimal smoke. I had to openly lie and pretend everything was fine to casual friends of Angela's because some people just DON'T need to know - for one it adds to the list of "how's Lisa" from people who aren't actually interested but it's social habit. Anyway that was marred by the fact that when I got back to my car (I had three glasses of still water with that small glass of wine) there was a Police Warning Notice on it - my road tax expired on 31st December 2006. Bo***cks. I don't remember buying a tax disc in the last four months, at the time it was due I was having a CT scan and waiting to find out if I had cancer - which I do! I know I was late getting the MOT - which was on 14th Feb, the same day I had my PICC line put in - can I remember where the hell I put the MOT certificate - NO! Can I find said MOT certificate, NO - just three expired ones . I haven't even tried to find the insurance certificate, god knows where that is, my filing system kinda went to pot for a few months - too concerned with "staying alive" I guess. Plus I NEVER had a reminder notice to this address, no doubt it went to the old house despite the fact that I changed everything else, even my driving licence has my new address on it. The maximum fine is £1000 - do you think they accept Cancer Cards? I am now going to strip wallpaper and paint in an aggressive manner from the living room ceiling.......... 20:13 - 7 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove |
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