Showing posts with label traffic wardens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label traffic wardens. Show all posts
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
This picture could save you £60
Apparently a German police officer has been suspended because he accepted a picture of a woman's bottom in lieu of a fine.
Now, if this can happen in a disciplined country like Germany, maybe, just maybe, it could happen here. Where we live, we have no parking rights, no drive, no garage. There are some free parking spaces, without time limits, but otherwise we have to play an ongoing game of parking roulette with the local traffic wardens, moving cars every two hours, switching number plates (only joking), wondering which of us (the TW or us) will reach the car first (there is also the problem of forgetting where you've parked the car, but that's another matter).
But - if I fill my pockets with a selection of spicy pictures, do you think it's possible that I could trade them in rather than receive a ticket? (Worse than a ticket is a speeding course. I've been on one of those, and believe me, it makes watching paint dry positively thrilling.)
Just a thought.
Friday, 22 April 2011
T is for Too much
There are things I can have too much of:
Pie
Noise
Alcohol (sad, but true)
People who don't say thank you when you hold doors open or stop for them at zebra crossings
Wasps
Blogging (but only after the strain of thinking up things for the A to Z challenge)
Being told jokes I don't understand (or find funny)
Exclamation marks
Traffic wardens
And things I can't have too much of:
Love (soppy, but true)
Friends and family (ditto)
Oranges
Babies (I wanted lots, but husband drew the line at four)
Flowers
Bach (the composer, not the Rescue Remedy)
Diving off a boat into clear, deep sea under a blazing sun
Jokes I do find funny
Woods full of bluebells, preferably beneath canopies of pale new beech leaves
Blackbirds singing
Writing a best-seller (this hasn't happened yet, or you would have heard of me)
Pie
Noise
Alcohol (sad, but true)
People who don't say thank you when you hold doors open or stop for them at zebra crossings
Wasps
Blogging (but only after the strain of thinking up things for the A to Z challenge)
Being told jokes I don't understand (or find funny)
Exclamation marks
Traffic wardens
And things I can't have too much of:
Love (soppy, but true)
Friends and family (ditto)
Oranges
Babies (I wanted lots, but husband drew the line at four)
Flowers
Bach (the composer, not the Rescue Remedy)
Diving off a boat into clear, deep sea under a blazing sun
Jokes I do find funny
Woods full of bluebells, preferably beneath canopies of pale new beech leaves
Blackbirds singing
Writing a best-seller (this hasn't happened yet, or you would have heard of me)
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blackbirds,
pie,
superfluity,
traffic wardens,
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