Slow up

I stared at the envelope and tried to halt the rising feeling of dread that sickened my stomach. Printed on the corner of the stern brown stationery was the Surrey constabulary’s logo. Meldrew-like, I could not believe it. I had been caught speeding yet again; the hapless target of a motorway camera.

I won’t make light of my crime or try to extract any humour from my being caught. Speeding kills people, and I was guilty, m’lord. Never mind that I was...

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