What a night, police, boredom, and puke! All down to the Mrs
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Was driving down the A3 in the O/H’s car turning off at Dennis’s roundabout and noticed that a police bike had put his blues on behind me, so I moved over to find that he was following me! I pulled over (feeling a bit smug as I knew every thing was in check!), wound down the window and asked what was wrong. No insurance apparently, to which I was a bit shocked, but luckily I had the certificate to hand in the glove box, pulled it out and showed the police officer 
(I am a named driver on the O/H policy for her car).
To my amazement the bloody numbers were the wrong way round on the insurance vs car no plate, 951 instead of 591! Instantly I thought I was in deep doo doo but to my amazement the nice officer said to ring the insurance company in the morning and make a slight amendment. Lucky escape from 6 points and a £200 fine! He said its quite a common occurrence. Due to it not being my insurance policy I had never checked and just assumed all was well.
Any way 4 hours later and bored out of my mind stone cold sober stood on what is Weatherspoons best offering of a dance floor we finally leave to go home. I will add that the Mrs doesn’t go out very much any more (In comparison to or uni days) so I thought Id let her enjoy her night and not bring up the cock up on her insurance. So she merrily leaves the pub in pursuit of the car and home. Within 10 minutes Im getting, I don’t feel well (she’d been drinking since 5:30 and it was now 2:30am) so I pull over to let her get some fresh air, at which point she opens the door and falls on the floor! Scooped her up and off we go again.
This time she wanted to be sick, so I stopped at the Thursly junction (heading south) so she can sort her self out, but nope nothing happens, so I get her back in the car and carry on.
Low and behold 3 mins down the road, ‘pull over I’m going to be sick!’ to which I reply, we are in the middle of a f@cking tunnel where do you expect me to pull over (I had just read a thread about blockages in the tunnel and reducing the speed limit in the SAS forum). Does she make it to the end, … no, puke came pouring out of her,
all over the window, down the door on the seat under the seat in the foot well, front and rear, all over her, literally head to toe and worst of all in the seat rail. Following this I wound the window down (a bit late I think lol!)
And do you know the worst bit?? Some one was coming to view the car at 11am this morning to buy it!!!!!!!!!!!!
So 4 hours sleep later, straight down the local garage, hovered up the chunky bits, over killed on disinfectant, wipes spray brushes etc I spent 3 hours cleaning it up even washed the seat and dried it with a bloody hair dryer! Guess what this time, the buyer didn’t even bloody show up to view it!
Vengeance is mine though I posted most of this on facebook so every one now knows, hehe even her parents and she’s completely obvious due to being in bed with a stinking hangover!
(I am a named driver on the O/H policy for her car). To my amazement the bloody numbers were the wrong way round on the insurance vs car no plate, 951 instead of 591! Instantly I thought I was in deep doo doo but to my amazement the nice officer said to ring the insurance company in the morning and make a slight amendment. Lucky escape from 6 points and a £200 fine! He said its quite a common occurrence. Due to it not being my insurance policy I had never checked and just assumed all was well.
Any way 4 hours later and bored out of my mind stone cold sober stood on what is Weatherspoons best offering of a dance floor we finally leave to go home. I will add that the Mrs doesn’t go out very much any more (In comparison to or uni days) so I thought Id let her enjoy her night and not bring up the cock up on her insurance. So she merrily leaves the pub in pursuit of the car and home. Within 10 minutes Im getting, I don’t feel well (she’d been drinking since 5:30 and it was now 2:30am) so I pull over to let her get some fresh air, at which point she opens the door and falls on the floor! Scooped her up and off we go again.
This time she wanted to be sick, so I stopped at the Thursly junction (heading south) so she can sort her self out, but nope nothing happens, so I get her back in the car and carry on.
Low and behold 3 mins down the road, ‘pull over I’m going to be sick!’ to which I reply, we are in the middle of a f@cking tunnel where do you expect me to pull over (I had just read a thread about blockages in the tunnel and reducing the speed limit in the SAS forum). Does she make it to the end, … no, puke came pouring out of her,
all over the window, down the door on the seat under the seat in the foot well, front and rear, all over her, literally head to toe and worst of all in the seat rail. Following this I wound the window down (a bit late I think lol!)And do you know the worst bit?? Some one was coming to view the car at 11am this morning to buy it!!!!!!!!!!!!
So 4 hours sleep later, straight down the local garage, hovered up the chunky bits, over killed on disinfectant, wipes spray brushes etc I spent 3 hours cleaning it up even washed the seat and dried it with a bloody hair dryer! Guess what this time, the buyer didn’t even bloody show up to view it!
Vengeance is mine though I posted most of this on facebook so every one now knows, hehe even her parents and she’s completely obvious due to being in bed with a stinking hangover!
She’s not going to see the light of day today thats for sure and what with the buyers turning up (well they never did in the end) and really wanting to shift the car I took the plunge and got scrubbing. Also thought it was probably best to attack the vom before it went hard, a good tactic I my add as it hovered up well!
I’ll be expecting payback that’s for sure!
I’ll be expecting payback that’s for sure!
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