Baffled by New Technology…
So far, I have avoided paying Ken’s congestion charge. Last week, it became unavoidable. Well, not unavoidable, but driving in made life a lot easier. It was Joseph’s first visit to the House of Commons, to prepare him for a life in public service. As he cannot walk yet, nor use an Oyster card, and he was being accompanied by his mother, grandmother and great uncle, it seemed easier to drive.
I duly paid the congestion charge, and kept a receipt. I had heard stories of people being charged penalties even though they had paid. Imagine my glee when a penalty notice duly arrived today. Ah ha! I thought. The stories are true. I’ll have fun with this.
Joy turned to tragedy when I realised that we had used my car, but I had entered my wife’s index number in the CCharge machine. I don’t think the powers that be will accept my excuse. My first congestion charge has cost me £58. I won’t be driving in again. But then I guess that’s the point…