Cold cuppa lands me in hot water...

I’ve always loved driving around in my car And have tried to be a ‘knight of the road’. I passed my test at the very first attempt And can recall most of the Highway Code.

I’ve never been tempted to jump a red light, But I know there are others that will. I always keep to the left (that’s right), And never overtake on a hill.

So, I was totally unprepared last week When driving steadily along the motorway, To see blue flashing lights in my mirror Urging me to pull over into a bay.

My pacemaker got ready for deployment. My mind raced, what had I done? I’d never acquired a single point on my licence, Was this the day when I received my first one?

I was convinced I hadn’t been speeding, The car had sailed through its MoT. My hands felt clammy as I gripped the steering wheel, I stopped. What highway offence applied to me?

A tall police officer got out of his car And walked over with measured strides.

I really needed a service station, This incident was playing havoc with my insides.

I wound down the window, hyperventilating, He put his arm on the car roof, and then . . . Handed me a mug of cold tea, And said: ‘I bet you’re surprised to see this again!’ ‘I’m really amazed’, he continued, ‘That it hasn’t smashed onto the road, But you’re causing a bit of a distraction, So, best get it back on board, safely stowed’.

I saw his grin as he returned to his police car. Then, with a flash of blue lights, he’d gone. I slowly tipped the cold tea out of my window, And on the mug read: ‘Keep calm and drive on’.