Me dear Conscience a.k.a. Judge a.k.a. Your Honour,
Every day, every single living-day something been happening in, around, outside me li’l cocoon!
Like, I had to help a li’l ole lady who is related to somebody who is related to somebody who is related to me. Which must mean that me is related to the li’l ole lady. So I had to carry she to town so she can look after she banking business, then take she and she daughter home.
A lot of coming and going I had in between editing and tutoring, a lot of to-ing and fro-ing, lunches, visits, taking care of family business, going to the park to walk.
I know, I know, this is not to excuse me bad behaviour with the car…
…okay, yes, it is to take the shame out of me face.
Yes, your Honour, I feel proper shame.
And I is a lady who don’t normally feel shame.
I shame, I shame.
Yes, I did promise the car, Don’t worry, I gon take you for a good wash, I gon take you to fix the back door (that somebody around here hit and bend-in while me car was parked! I suspect it is a man, look, don’t bother to accuse me of bad-woman driving!!).
Your Honour, I smell the black-eye peas cooking, and I hungry, you don’t mind if I go look after that then come back…?
Please, just know, I am now very reformed after the li’l car crisis…