Yesterday was the funeral of Astral, Mr Fink's mum. A wonderful lady, always smiling, even through the trials of Motor Neurone Disease she was good humoured and made caring for her a joy and never a chore.
There were less tears than i thought there would be, but then the families are all good natured and see the brighter side of life. As the hearse arrived and the many bouquets were placed on mum's coffin, I and my sister in law decided to head off to the Crematorium. As we walked to Laura (my little green car with daisy stickers all over it) the families gathered to see the hearse off. The big black car was blocking the road so I turned Laura in the road and reversed up onto the kerb to give me room to finish the manoeuvre. BOING! I hit a metal lamppost and it wobbled. I noticed more than one of the gathered smirking!
No harm done to the lamppost and just a scratch to Laura's bumper which will be easily covered up with another daisy.
Poor old Laura and I were in trouble again today when I was driving up a hill on the way to pick Little Fink up from school after I finished work. I saw a police officer with a speed gun pointing in my direction, he showed me three fingers in the internationally recognised symbol of...... of what??? I didn't know. So I pulled over a short way up the road (there way a car behind me). I asked the officer if everything was ok and did he want to speak to me, he said, "You were going so fast, you couldn't even stop." I replied, "I would have stopped if you had shown me the sign for stop, but you didn't." Apparently I was doing 33mph in a 30mph zone. Fair enough I was in the wrong but did the police officer have to be quite so arrogant in dealing with me?
And the three fingers? apparently, that means 'thirty miles an hour'. You live and learn.
