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Guilty? No m'lord

I live in the country and in the 10 years that I have lived in this house I have never seen a police car.  I know that all around me people are not adhering to the isolation rules, especially my neighbours, so who got stopped by gendarmes in their car this morning?  Me.  They asked where I was going, they asked to see my form.  They didn't like the fact that I had tippexed out the previous date and time and they also asked why I had not downloaded the new form on to my phone.  I took my son's advice to just say I am old and explained that technology is beyond me and anyway mobile phones don't work around here.  They asked why I wasn't using a new form each day and I said that I had only one form so had to re-use it.

Now for years I have been writing to the Marie complaining about the speed  of the traffic to no avail.  The gendarme, whose car was pulled into the lane, was just asking me where I lived when a car drove through the village at high speed.    He thrust my form back at me, muttered something about letting me off this time and got in the car to pursue the errant driver.   That is the only time I have said a quiet thank you to a speeder.

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