It is humbling at my stage in life to admit when I am wrong, na to be told that I AM wrong can in fact be very liberating. Especially when I was in the wrong. To hold my hands up and say – ‘I did it I’m sorry’. And now I have been told on 2 continents that I was in the wrong AND they were right. I feel that it is liberating to tell the next generations that I have made mistakes too and that I have learned. You can teach an old dog new tricks…no comments here please. And for those who don’t know, it is illegal to drive in a bus lane in London and I deserved the fine AND it is illegal to turn right on a red when there is a sign that tells me not too. And the fact that the Bobby in blue (is that just a UK term?) was lying in wait just to point out my mistakes is neither here nor there. The fact that they have trained for many years to up hold the law is the point and how ever demeaning it is to pull me over and say ‘do you know what you did wrong madam?’, and I bat my thinning eye lashes and say, ‘no sir, what have I done, oh silly me’ when I knew jolly well what I had done. And no one in their right mind will fall for the non plump flashing eye lash trick.
And so although I am writing this blog with a pinch of sarcasm and a tiny bit of irony the thing that irks me the most is that the love of my life, known as ‘thekeithfields’ on twitter and face book, number 6 in the ranks of attractions in Gatlinburg Tennessee who has driven a trillion more miles than me, in as many different countries and continents as me has never got a bloody ticket in his life! That is irony