My tales

I agree with the charge. More needs to be done as soon as possible to prevent further damage to the environment. Paying per mile in the car is fine with me as long as we have a viable alternative in public transport.

The government is however doing it the wrong way around. It should investigate the sorry state that public transport is in now, and improve it. Then we can have a better infrastructure ready and in place before they switch this project on. Otherwise, do they expect the private sector to react to the sudden increase in demand? Would that really be cost effective for the consumer? Would be as fair, accessible and as frequent as a re-nationalised public transport company? I don't think so! They need to improve on these aspects and hygiene too (the trains I get to London are disgusting - chewing gum on seats, greasy forehead marks on windows, uncleaned headrests, wee surrounded toilets, sometimes no toilets at all, yuck..I can go on..!)

Although I'm not so sure about these black boxes everyone will have. I want my freedom to roam without anyone knowing where I am. Surely there's another way to charge on a per mile basis.

I'm prepared to make a sacrifice though and hope others feel the same.

8pm - Friday evening
.... (muffled tone) 'Charlotte, what do you want to eat?' ...'don't know...' she grunts, 'leave me alone..'
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My head
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1.30am - Friday night
"...my ex is here, his car has just screeched to a halt and is now reversing at break neck speed to just outside the house... I come out of the house.... (~ what's that noise? ~) no, he's found a way into the house... I come out of the bedroom, D comes in too.... 'Who's he?' demands ex, 'A housemate that's all'...."
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My feelings
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3pm - Saturday afternoon - having just got up
'How are you Charlotte'
'B@gger off and leave me alone' thinks me
'Fine thanks, a bit ill' says me
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Like this ill
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7pm - Saturday evening
'A BBQ? Tonight? Outside?' says me
'Yep. Forgot to tell you, sorry' says D
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Noooo
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8pm - Saturday evening
I grab a lemsip sniffing and spluttering to make clear to all that I am infectious and must be left alone.
'i have a fleece you could borrow'
'Thanks, but I've got a jacket' I just about grin gratefully
'It's really warm, are you sure?'
'YES, now eff off you do-gooding two-shoed grrrrr and leave me ALONE' Thinks me
'Yes, I'm sure , thanks' says me
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Well what the above is about is an ill, bad-tempered, high-temperatured female - which I can assure you is a very toxic and bad combination, for most normal females anyway. It includes being v v v v grumpy and having thoughts and dreams melt together (the ex bit). Suffice to say I have been ill. I still am ill. I still need sleep. But strangely feeling better for having eaten a hot chilli con carne. It's like the peppers have made me think a bit clearer.

It's 4pm Think I'll hit the sack again