Told you i'd keep you entertained...
So when i was in Birmingham on friday with Steve and Tom... i sort of got clocked by a speed camera. Which wouldn't have been that bad if a) i only was a teeny weeny bit over the speed limit, b)i wasn't in my dad's car and c)i wasn't insured under his name. But i was doing about 60 ish in a 40 zone... in my dad's focus (which we kind of share.. but to all intents and purposes he owns).
There is a letter on the doormat. I have a horrible feeling it is the 'are-you-aware-what-a-twatty-driver-your-daughter-is-you're-going-to-have-to-pay-the-fine-for-her' letter... mainy because the font looks really policey. I haven't got round to telling him yet. Do i, a) tell him and try and pick up brownie points for being honest...b)pretend i had no idea, play the emotional card and cry a lot or c)open the letter and try and sort it myself? (potential problems with c- it may not be that letter and then i'm in trouble for opening his goddamn post.)
Something to mull over methinks...
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