Fuckity-Fuck

That’s what I said OVER and OVER again about an hour ago. I’ve only just stopped.

I have been a VERY naughty boy.

My road tax ran out 30 minutes ago. (That’s not the half of it!)

I’ve been meaning to do it for weeks, now. But I’ve been so busy being lazy.. and moving house!

So, I was going to do it on Tuesday, but didn’t, then yesterday, but I helped Sophie and Sarah move into their new house, so I was going to do it in the morning. Then someone tells me I will get an £80 fine for not having a legal car between 00:00 and whenever I get to the post office. So I think fuck it, I read on the back of my renewal notice that it’s not illegal for me to drive without a valid disc showing (because it’s in the post) for the 1st five days of the month.

So on to direct.gov.uk I go.. putting in my details, next, next, etc, “Sorry, a valid MOT Certificate cannot be found”.. Oh shit I think, why not? So I go searching in my paper work… It ran out on MAY 17th!!!!! Oh fuckity-fuck indeed!!

I shat myself!

Quickly, I declared my car as SORN, to avoid any fines etc, only to find my facebook status filling up with comments like…

“Means you’ve been driving illegally and uninsured! You been a very bad, bad boy George!”

OOPS!

No TAX, No MOT, No Insurance!

I am a baaaaaad boy! But it was a genuine mistake! I didn’t do it on purpose!

On top of that, tomorrow, I need to phone the gas, electricity and water people to cancel, phone Sky to tell them we’ve moved, take stuff to the charity shop and recycle centre, phone the AA to cancel down to basic cover (although, not much point ATM!), get an MOT done, get tax sorted, fix some shelves, and unpack some more!