Pulled over by the police. "We need you to clean your number plate, sir," they tell me, somewhat aggresively, as I slide out of the car. I decide that, even though the number plate is still legible but as I'm fully confident that I'm street legal, to adopt my chirpiest tone, bordering on the sarcastic. "I certainly can, officer!" I'm then asked to "wipe your back lights. They're disgusting. Nobody can see your brake lights". One of them spots the 'clean me' note added by my son in the dirt. "Someone's giving you some sensible advice there". "Ha," I don't laugh.
An unpleasant surprise today. Have been sent a copy of Chico's It's Chico Time. Take me off that mailing list, please.
Listening: Shout Out Louds - Howl Howl Gaff Gaff
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