An evening out with my wife. We went to a place called Edward House – a nondescript building in Islington to attend a Speed Awareness Course. I’ve lost count of the number of speeding convictions I’ve accrued and the amount of cash I’ve been ordered to pay in fines. So imagine my delight when my smug spouse, with her hitherto unblemished licence, got caught speeding. And imagine hers a week later when I got done too. She was nervous about attending but,this being my fourth time, I was just relieved not to be collecting yet another three points. She insisted we went together, so she could convince herself this was all my fault, she was just going along too but hadn’t actually done anything wrong. Sure enough, she made me promise never to speed again. I couldn’t but I promised to play this in the car whenever I’m tempted.
Date night.
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