I've assigned my own stubborness to Mordor, now I'd like to add vanity and poor sense of time.
Twenty four minutes left on the parking meter? Easily enough time to go to the bank and the fishmonger...oh and of course to pop into the shoe shop to try on a couple of pairs of boots in the sale, and that dress they had in the window of the designer shop, I wonder if I could get away with the smaller size...try on both to make sure....
Result = Parking Ticket, Cost £40. Thoroughly deserved.
At least I didn't buy anything other than fish, in the end, so I can afford to pay for the ticket....
