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I was out in the car with my daughter tonight trying to get her to go to sleep. She's usually asleep before I get to the end of the road but wakes up again as soon as the engine stops. She's been particularly unsettled tonight so I thought I'd just drive to nowhere for a couple of hours to give the other half a break.
So with nowhere to go, I got myself onto the motorway and did my best Womble impression and stuck the cruise on at 50. After a few minutes of pootling along, a car approached at a decent speed but then stayed behind me rather than go by, and surely enough after a mile or so, the blues came on and I pulled over.
The copper came to my window and asked me to turn the car off, which I did. He asked if everything was ok, and I told him it was and that I was just driving around to keep my daughter asleep so wasn't going anywhere and was just taking it slowly. He said, now talking more quietly, that he stopped me because I was driving unusually slowly for the conditions and he thought I might have been a drink driver. He appologised and told me have a good morning and got going.
This is the biggest non-story ever, but I thought it'd be nice to tell a tale about traffic police that didn't involve a page full of OMGs, WTFs and rolleyes.
So with nowhere to go, I got myself onto the motorway and did my best Womble impression and stuck the cruise on at 50. After a few minutes of pootling along, a car approached at a decent speed but then stayed behind me rather than go by, and surely enough after a mile or so, the blues came on and I pulled over.
The copper came to my window and asked me to turn the car off, which I did. He asked if everything was ok, and I told him it was and that I was just driving around to keep my daughter asleep so wasn't going anywhere and was just taking it slowly. He said, now talking more quietly, that he stopped me because I was driving unusually slowly for the conditions and he thought I might have been a drink driver. He appologised and told me have a good morning and got going.
This is the biggest non-story ever, but I thought it'd be nice to tell a tale about traffic police that didn't involve a page full of OMGs, WTFs and rolleyes.