They say women go for men in uniform. I have comprehensively disproved this theory having spent the last week dressed as a traffic warden.
I did have my uniform torn off. But it wasn’t a romantic affair, more a scuffle. My assailant, who resembled a tattooed pork pie in a jump suit, evidently resented my giving her parking tips. Perhaps she’d intended to park her 4x4 on top of the confused elderly man in a mobility buggy.
It took the poor devil seven minutes to pull himself from under the wheels. If only he’d done it in five, then I wouldn’t have had to give him the fixed penalty notice. Rules is rules.