Littlehampton's Most Wanted - aka Jean and myself - were stopped by the Police Tuesday morning. We had been working in Angmering and I was just driving Jean home via one of her magazine route calls when we stopped at a pedestrian crossing. Suddenly a young policeman on a motorbike drove in front of us with a stern command to stay there.
This is it, I thought. I am going to get a real telling off - at best. I was just starting to say "I'm very sorry, officer" wondering what it was I had done, or not done - not speeding at any rate - when he said "Heavy load coming through, please stay there till I tell you."
"I thought I had done something wrong" I said. "What a relief".
He stayed beside us for a bit, chatting, while the queue built up behind us and, I guess, brought the big roundabout to a standstill. Then he said "When the car with the flashing Police lights has gone by", you can drive on.
"Thanks" we said happily watching this great lorry with a strange bulging, yet hollow, Something on it drive slowly past us, followed by the lights-flashing police car. We then drove on.
All quite exciting! Or so I thought until I tried to tell Captain B all about it. So I don't know. I am one for routine, not excitement, except in very small doses. And now, in retirement, I have a routine that I love. That was enough excitement for me anyway.
I got another lovely review of "Waiting for Gordo" - from a real author - so I must remember to publish that in my next blog.
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