It’s been a while since I made a post on the blog.
Sometimes we may have the best intentions to do certain things but as events unfold during our days we get sidetracked into doing other things. Nothing wrong with that, of course, because we have the freedom to choose what to do in any given moment. The main thing is to be conscious of the things we choose to do.
Now, I aim to limit my contribution to “The System” (through living a simple life) but even so certain agents of “The System” can still creep up, catch me unaware, and extract money from me.
How’s that? you may be asking.
Well, as an example, I came down to my car the other morning and found a ‘fixed penalty notice’ attached to the windscreen wiper.
Strange, I thought.
The street is a one way street and cars park both sides. My car wasn’t causing any obstruction or parked in any way likely to cause danger to any other road user.
It turned out that the police officer who issued the ticket decided, in his wisdom, that I had parked within 7 metres of the junction at the end of the road. Now, my car was not the only one that would have contravened the regulation but it appeared only mine had the ‘fixed penalty notice’ attached.
In addition, to my knowledge, no other car has been given a similar ticket in this area any time recently before mine or, indeed, since. If the police were consistent in their approach to law enforcement and saw fit to patrol here on a regular basis they could dish out their tickets left, right and center.
Still, the police officer who, for whatever reason, decided to single my car out must have determined that writing the ticket was the best use of their time. (I hope the police officer did not deliberately target my car simply because it’s mine.)
Maybe this is just how they see community policing should be done?
Oh, did I forget to mention that the ticket was timed at 11.22pm (no, it’s not a typo!). Obvioulsy, those of us fortunate enough to live here should be grateful that the police officer never had any more pressing matters to contend with. Like dealing with drunks in the local public houses or attending to any real criminal matters.
Actually, I’ve measured the distance and it turned out to be 6.5metres. If only I’d been more conscious and ensured it was another half metre further back from the junction it would have saved me £40!
Oh well, it’s good practice for me.
And, we live and learn…