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I'm not one to complain about my problems, I suppose I feel it shows weakness or some other flaw which us men just can't admit to. But tonight has been one of those rare times it very nearly got ontop of me.
A few weeks ago I received a parking ticket for parking outside my own house. In fairness, it is a restricted parking zone and my permit had expired. I had taken an extra long lunch break that day to go into town to get a new permit, but due to work and a rather traumatic hospital appointment, had failed to replace the old with the new in my car.
So I was unsuprised to discover the ticket, but set to writting a letter to explain, confident that they would waive the £50 fine.
I had another visit to the hospital tonight and picked up my post on the way, amongst which was a letter from the council saying they don't see any reason why, either the hospital visit or the fact that I actually DID have a permit, should cause them to cancel the charge and as such it still stands.
Now if I had had the permit for several weeks, or did not have a permit, then I could understand, but I did have it. And to add to this I feel I have a pretty legitimate reason for my over-sight. Without medical knowledge or consultation I'm not sure how they can see themselves fit to judge whether or not my circumstances of health should affect the matter.
They'll be receiving another letter in due course.
That alone only annoyed me, what has driven me close to punching the face off a kitten is:
On arriving home from another uncomfortable hospital visit, I can't even park within 300 yards of my house because 90% of the other residents seem to need twice as much space to park in.
On griping to my mum about the whole fiasco I managed to fall down the stairs (fortunately didn't hurt too much, but it doesn't half wind you up when you're already in a mood).
It's times like these that having a girlfriend who wouldn't mind me whinging to her for 30 minutes would come in very useful. The rest of the time I'm pretty happy to go without!
End rant. Thanks for reading.
A few weeks ago I received a parking ticket for parking outside my own house. In fairness, it is a restricted parking zone and my permit had expired. I had taken an extra long lunch break that day to go into town to get a new permit, but due to work and a rather traumatic hospital appointment, had failed to replace the old with the new in my car.
So I was unsuprised to discover the ticket, but set to writting a letter to explain, confident that they would waive the £50 fine.
I had another visit to the hospital tonight and picked up my post on the way, amongst which was a letter from the council saying they don't see any reason why, either the hospital visit or the fact that I actually DID have a permit, should cause them to cancel the charge and as such it still stands.
Now if I had had the permit for several weeks, or did not have a permit, then I could understand, but I did have it. And to add to this I feel I have a pretty legitimate reason for my over-sight. Without medical knowledge or consultation I'm not sure how they can see themselves fit to judge whether or not my circumstances of health should affect the matter.
They'll be receiving another letter in due course.
That alone only annoyed me, what has driven me close to punching the face off a kitten is:
On arriving home from another uncomfortable hospital visit, I can't even park within 300 yards of my house because 90% of the other residents seem to need twice as much space to park in.
On griping to my mum about the whole fiasco I managed to fall down the stairs (fortunately didn't hurt too much, but it doesn't half wind you up when you're already in a mood).
It's times like these that having a girlfriend who wouldn't mind me whinging to her for 30 minutes would come in very useful. The rest of the time I'm pretty happy to go without!
End rant. Thanks for reading.
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