Guilty!
Of driving within the speed limit in the party season, and for taking a detour to see if the chip shop was open.
I have been to the pictures with LELI tonight (deja vu - very mildly entertaining, incredibly crap storyline, very little going on that is remotely believable), and after our usual hour chat, I drove home. I decided to see if the kebab shop was open, to get some chips (since my stomach had been non-stop rumbling while we’d been chatting).
I thought a car was following me, and when I went to see if the kebab shop was open, and could see that it wasn’t, I went the whole way round a roundabout. The same car followed me. Back up the road to the lights, waiting nicely, lights turn green and I accelerate away.
Blue flashing lights immediately behind me.
I pull over, and he pulls up behind me.
“Are you lost?” he asks me. “Erm, no, why?” “Well, you just went all the way around that roundabout.” “Well, yeah, I wanted to get some chips, but the shop was shut.” “Where have you been tonight, madam?” “Been to the pictures.” “Anything to drink at all?” “No, not tonight,” at this point rapidly trying to figure out how much I had drunk last night, and panicking in case there might still be traces in my blood. Stupid, I know, but I felt guilty, even though I had done nothing.
To be fair, I suppose it might have looked a bit odd, but he must have decided to follow me for some reason, he was definitely following me down towards the chip shop, before the suspicious activity of turning around a roundabout.
I wouldn’t have minded so much if I hadn’t come across so many pillocks, speeding (doing at least 50 in a 30), cutting me up and jumping traffic lights just minutes before.
Hey ho.