Melissa Kite Melissa Kite

Real life | 1 December 2016

And there is nothing we can do about it, except perhaps invent a religion that requires us to enter yellow boxes

issue 03 December 2016

‘How was your week?’ I asked my friend as we rode our horses to Bookham Common. ‘Fine,’ she said. ‘Except the other day I got caught in a yellow box. £65.’

‘Me too!’ I said. ‘Where was yours?’ ‘Kingston,’ she said. ‘Mine was in Raynes Park,’ I said. ‘£65. Junction of Coombe Lane and Durham Road. No idea how I did it. It was at night so I never had a chance. It won’t have been well lit.’

‘Mine was during the day but I only just got stuck in it. The bumper was overhanging for about three seconds. I’ve requested the video footage.’

‘Good for you. I paid mine. I don’t have the time to mount a challenge this month, what with moving house.’

And on we chuntered about our yellow box fines, as we rode our horses to Bookham. Two ladies who lunch having a good old natter about our weekly law-breaking.

It occurred to me that this is very much the shape of things to come so far as the middle classes are concerned.

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