Or at least, that being honest - and owning up - need not mean a slap in the face for your trouble.
Sorry, this is another post about my car insurance dilemma - except that it's now resolved, and I have come out of it unscathed!
Having written what I did earlier today, indecision and worry kept nagging at me as to whether to tell my car insurance company about being caught by the Police camera for speeding, and then ending up on the Speed Awareness Course. No, I decided, it wasn't good enough to keep the information from them. It was something that they clearly might be interested to know about. I did see how speeding might be relevant to assessing my personal risk of having an accident. Keeping quiet was a deception. It was dishonest. I knew it was.
So at just after 4.15pm I picked up the phone and spoke to a very pleasant girl (all these girls seem to be very nice) at Liverpool Victoria, who, as 'LV=Frizzell', handle my car insurance through my membership of the CSMA, the Civil Service Motoring Association. I've been insured with them for years, even though from time to time I do check out alternative insurers for a quote. But I never move. LV always seem to have a good policy at a good price - and whenever I have had an accident over the years, they have been wonderfully efficient. Now that matters.
It did cross my mind, at the very last moment, that the CSMA - which lobbies for motorists - was unlikely to have a pet insurance company that clobbered their members in aggravating little ways. But I might be wrong. I went through with the call.
I briefly explained to the girl that I'd been caught speeding, and had been put on a Speed Awareness Course. And that I was telling her this because I understood the company needed to know of all material facts that could have a bearing on my cover.
But not so! She quickly made sure that I hadn't got penalty points and a fine. No, only the course. That was all right then. The course was not a conviction. It was instead of a conviction. They didn't need to know anything about the speeding incident, nor the course.
Not the place and date, for your records? No. Right. That's something cleared up then. Bye bye.
As you can imagine, I felt absolutely brilliant as I finished the call. The Melford Honour shone radiantly, unblemished! I'd done the proper thing. And no financial penalty had been imposed for doing something that certain people would certainly have considered daft, if not downright foolish.
I know there may be sneers. It's easy to say that I made that call just to get something off my mind - almost a self-indulgent act. Phooey. I now know exactly where I stand. I will positively relish the course!
You know, living without important doubts is a wonderful thing.