Just blow into the tube

Oh sure… so just after I proclaim to the world my wish to be breathalised, L gets stopped and done. Yep, out driving last night, and just a few hundred metres from home, she found a booze bus.

The way she told it, it sounded like a bit of an anti-climax. A big burly policewoman asked her to blow into a machine, and that was about it. She almost drove straight home to give me directions to it, but ah well, my turn will come.

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