Drove over the Tamar Bridge today and those sneaky Cornish buggers make you pay for that privilege on the way back (I notice it was bloody free to drive over it on the way into Cornwall a few days before).

Obviously because I live like the Queen I don’t carry cash so the £1.50 that they wanted wasn’t forthcoming - I handed the cashier my card and he looked at it like it was the first piece of plastic he’d seen before asking me if I had my chequebook on me. Jesus.

Anyhow, in order to pay I had to drive to an office and park up, fill in a fucking form and then agree to send a cheque for £2.50 in the post.

Then on the way out I was so busy ranting about the experiance that I reversed into a fucking two-foot pole that had been put there I presume, for people to reverse into. Fucking hell.

Now I need a dent taking out my bumper and a cracked piece of trim replacing. And I still need to get a chequebook, write a cheque from it and put it in the post.

Motto of the story? Don’t lose twice.

These 201 words were written on Mon May 21, 2012
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