"What time is it?" Hubby calls down to the gymnast from the bathroom. She looks at the clock in the kitchen. "I don't know" she says. "I can't tell analogue time."
Well that is certainly a sign of the times I say. She might not be able to tell it yet, but I didn't even know there was such a thing as analogue time when I was 8!
Time of course was on my mind. Yesterday, I went into Ross on Wye to do my banking for my Stage School. It's not my money any more, as the schools have belonged to the franchisor since December. I work for them though, and so do all the banking of the termly cheques. It's a long job, and by the time I had nearly finished in the bank, I realised that my parking was about to run out. It was a sensible break point in the procedure, so I split the job into two and gave the "working progress" so to speak to the cashier and asked if I could just leave them with him to process, while I ran and moved my car. "Oh it will only take a couple of minutes. Hang on there. There could always be a problem with one of the cheques". And of course there was, naturally, which took at least another two minutes to sort.
I ran back to my car. Now bear in mind that with my somewhat wonky knee this is not an easy job, or a pretty sight. It's a sort of slightly straight legged run. It probably looks like one half of a three legged race, but I only have two legs if you get the gist......
The traffic warden, the likes of which should probably join all call centre operatives, insurance companies and banks in their order of esteem, must have been waiting on the job......... 12.10 I parked the car. Half hour bay. 12.47, he placed the ticket onto the car. £30! Yes, I know I was in the wrong, and I know I'm always late, but............... I do have a slightly not quite right leg at the moment, and I was just trying to do my job, and .........................
it was a very expensive seven minutes!
I wondered though. Do you think that I could possibly claim that I can only read analogue time and that as such I couldn't read the digital clocks in the bank?
Sally's writing is about being a mother of five, now all too grown up, children, (four girls, one boy) a husband, a dog, and a serious ambition to be a mortgage free and famous actress, voice over artist, broadcaster, writer and teacher.
The "Cast" List for the blog includes:
Hubby - Her husband,
ED - Eldest Daughter,
ESOS - Eldest son only son,
Sensible - Second daughter,
Gymnast - Third daughter,
Tinkerbell Mushroom - Youngest daughter and youngest child,
Mad Dog - AKA Lucy - the border collie.
Guest appearances by MIL (mother in law), parents, two brothers, inlaws, nephews, nieces and great nephew.