Frustrations with TCD
As I near my 82nd birthday, a friend very kindly went to the Transport Control Department to relicense my car.
His efforts were futile, even although he was armed with the completed pass form, a letter that I could no longer drive from my doctor — a licensed practitioner — and the means to pay.
He was told that he needed a letter signed by me that I could no longer drive and a certificate to show that the insurance had been paid. My insurer assured me that they always forward certificates to TCD when payment is made.
I found consolation in these lines from W.S. Gilbert:
“Oh, don’t the days seem lank and long
When all goes right and nothing goes wrong?
And isn’t your life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at”