Granted it’s a bank holiday weekend here in sunny old Ireland, so the Gardaí are out in force trying to catch speeders and make sure people aren’t driving while drunk. I’ve been stopped before, and it was at most a check of the tax and insurance on the car but this time it was breathing into the breath-alcohol meter. First time I’ve ever done it, and as they bag everyone on the road, I wasn’t concerned that they thought I was driving erratically or anything like that. I would have been stunned if it had given any result other than zero, but even so I was a tad nervous. There is a feeling that you are under a spotlight (it was a big chunky torch).
Noew I’m back at the house and enjoying a relaxing drink before heading for bed as after all, I need something to get the smallest twinges of adrenalin out of my system.