Against my better judgement on New Year’s Day I went with my ex-wife and daughter to inspect a second hand printer which a friend had been trying unsuccessfully to sell (for £500, no wonder she was not successful).
We got home safe and sound after having looked at the printer and I said that it was a bit of a relief not to have all the agro with the wretched printer.
That was until Saturday morning when the post arrived with a speeding offence letter.

I’m furious as a) it was purely a speed trap.
and b) there was little visible signs as to it’s presence.

I had been completely against even going to look at the printer. I knew that it was trouble with a capital T. How right I was.

Boo hoo.