I love parking tickets. I think they are wonderful, you leave two of them alone for ten minutes and an hour later you have six of them. I love they way they spring up in such unexpected places to give you that lovely affectionate surprise, like when you park somewhere that was legal yesterday. Of course you dont check the new sign, because you parked there for tén years without a problem.
These days they dont stick to your car to say love me, give me money. These days they can be exta tender, and come at you through the post like birthday cards - do you remember six weeks ago you parked at so-and-so! Hell! I cant rembember brushing my teeth yesterday, Im sure I did, its sort of a habit, but because its a habit I dont exactly remember it. A bit like parking.
But I'm rambling again, must slap wrist as reminder not to ramble.