That’s the ticket

October 11, 2013

I don’t usually use my blog to rant on. Well, sometimes I do, but what on earth’s the point of having a blog if you can’t rant on it occasionally? When I say I’m cross about parking permits, you’ll understand.

There is probably nothing in the world more annoying than parking permits, unless it’s parking tickets. Well, at the moment, I’m grappling with both. It’s so irritating! We bought a little car, in September, for my ridiculously long and boring school run. The idea was to make it a bit more cheerful for us all and, as the car is one of those irresistible little Fiat 500 bubbles, in baby blue, it works brilliantly.

Unfortunately, Lewisham Council is refusing to join in the fun. When they told us that the Parking Shop down near the Lewisham Centre was closing, I was actually sorry for the people that worked there. They used to get shouted at all day long, and had to live behind bullet-proof glass, surrounded by notices telling us not to attack them. It must have been stressful. And then the place closed. Probably the only thing worse than being a Parking Shop employee is being an unemployed one.

But, I must say, I am a lot less sympathetic now. I bought my permit, fair and square, the first day I brought the car home. It was rather like bringing a baby back from the hospital. Except, the next morning, the car had a parking ticket. Oh well, I thought, the new electronic, paper-free system, where you don’t display anything on the car but they have all the details on a clever computer, will soon kick in.

Three more tickets later, I am not so sure. Either Lewisham Council has failed to register my permit properly, or the wardens are ….. well, let’s just say not very nice and you can substitute the grisly swearwords of your choice for my italics.

I am sick of printing out copies of my payment receipt and putting them on the dashboard. I am sick of appealing against the tickets. I am sick of emailing Lewisham Council. I have heard nothing, not one word, back from them. And the wardens are keeping a low profile. Probably they are sneaking up on the car when they know I’m not looking, then sticking yet another blimmin ticket on the poor baby. Grrr grr grrr. Ok, it’s definitely a first world problem. But it’s making me cross. And a friend said they probably didn’t even sack the Parking Shop workers, they just redeployed them. I hope they’ve been stuck on vermin control.

Car: that's my baby

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  • Addy October 11, 2013 at 3:32 pm

    I’ve heard borough councils make quite a tidy sum from clobbering motorists with parking fines, so they are probably deliberately ignoring your permit to line their coffers. I do hope you get it sorted soon. There’s only one thing worse than having to argue with faceless authority and that is one that has been closed down!

    • Dulwich Divorcee October 14, 2013 at 2:52 pm

      Thanks, Addy, I must say it’s incredibly annoying – I have appealed against all the tickets online but have been met with total silence, and of course there’s nowhere to ring any more! As you say, it’s frustrating ;(