So I'm on my way back from Macdonalds as any gentleman of singlemanship does at this hour, strawberry smoothie in hand, gentle flow of musical audio waves caressing my eardrums with... what the cool kids call... phat beatz - or something, when all of a sudden, I see flashing blues through the incredibly dark rear window tint.
The Fuzzman, seemingly happy with himself, kindly asked me to turn off the ignition and step out of the car. I was mildly disappointed at this point as the engine had only just got to optimum temperature and a young pair of upstanding Rotherham citizens in a Corsa SXI... thing... where goading for a bit of a run down the Bramley half mile.
So we're stood there in the street, freezing my already tense nutsack off, when he says with epic levels of smuggery on his face - "Your car's not insured, is it?" Ofcourse, I quickly protested this debauchery and stated, it bluddy want's to be, I insured it Saturday at a whole three hundred and thirty six british pound sterlings! He then showed me his little Telebox screen in his car and sure enough, it said it isn't! I promptly loaded up my little customer portal from the insurer and showed the good sir a PDF of my insurance certificate.
The look of disappointment on his face was kind of... off putting, but whatevz. LUCKILY, I remembered my password to that thing, which is like a stupid long string of numbers and uppercase/lowercase letters made up by some technical hamsters flitting around in a server somewhere in Reading, or something!
I call that a lucky escape, could have easily been done! Funnily enough though, when I got home, looking at the askmid website, and wanging the wife's reg plate in, it says it's not on the insurance database. ODD.
Thought I'd share that with you for some reason!