I am – so far – one of those irritatingly blameless drivers who hasn’t had a mark on her licence for years. Indeed, I was so conscientious recently that I took a refresher driving lesson at BSM to polish up my what are known as “skills”. When it comes to driving, at least, I’ve always thought of myself, rather smugly, as Mrs Responsible. I love driving. And although, sadly, I don’t wear, like my great-aunt used to do, a Driving Hat, I feel its psychic presence on my head as I tootle along the roads.
So when I got a letter from North Wales police saying I’d been caught speeding in a built-up area, I hastily accepted the alternative to having not only to pay a £60 fine, but, more importantly, not to have three points whacked on to my licence. I could, instead, attend a Speed Awareness Course.
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