I now have 19. Standing in Tesco car park, loading my shopping into the boot, a 19 drives past. Hurrah! All I need to do now is to come up with some ruse to go to Asda to go past the garage that has a 20 in it. Or I could just say "I'm going to drive across town to look at a numberplate". He knows I'm bonkers.
CNPS clearly stands for COMPULSIVE Number Plate Spotting.
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