Following a very nice day comprising, though not in order of niceness, getting my car serviced, eating croissants for breakfast, walking in the sunshine and going to our favourite Thai restaurant, there was a stern test of my practice stuck to the windscreen of my car.
Yes, a parking ticket, only the third I have been served in 55 years of this particular lifetime.
Not totally impressed with how I coped, but I’ve already paid it online and I’ve put it down experience, yet more poison into medicine.
As we all know, even Parking Wardens love their parents, partners and children, and have a portion of Buddhahood within them.
Namaste.
The Search For Enlightenment 
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