Police!
I was zipping along the A roads in Fifi (my little car) to a town called Gien. It’s a town where a new church plant is proposed, so me and Jean Marc (the pastor) were off on a little fact finding mission. But lo! Ahead of me are the national police waving me to pull over. Arghh!
I pull over and open the door and try a cheery ‘bonjour’. They grunt, ‘close the door and wind down the window’. So I do, with shaking hands. They order me to get out my lisence, tax papers, MOT and insurance. It becomes a little farcical when I ask them if I can open my door again and get out becuase my bag is in the boot! They examine the papers - no smile to be seen. Remark on my unsigned insurance papers and give me a pen to do it there on the spot. And that is it! I am free to go!
Jelly legged I got back into the driver’s seat and asked Jean Marc what it was all about. ‘Oh it’s just a standard check, they do it all the time’!!
