#810 |
I hate to admit it, but I shouldn't be allowed out without a responsible adult or carer and that doesn't include P.
Shopping yesterday for last minute bits and bobs was very stressful. Lidl's shelves were empty, Tesco was heaving and queueing to park. It was getting stressful. P suggested topping up fuel as it was cheaper there than elsewhere. This wasn't part of my well thought out plan, that was going to pot minute by minute, but I agreed. Whilst topping up the tank I spied a parking space so kept an eye on it hoping it would still be free when I'd finished. Long story short, got home had lunch, set off out again but car wouldn't start and when it did it hiccuped up the road. Much scratching of heads. Eventually discovered I'd put unleaded in a diesel. The Silver submarine was in the wars again. I'd heard horrendous stories of engines ruined by the wrong fuel. Much phoning around, gnashing of teeth at how stupid I'd been. Upshot was for £195 a bloke came round that afternoon drained off the contaminated fuel, flushed through the system, followed me to the nearest petrol station to make sure the car started again, which it did. He reassured us that no lasting damage had been done, all back to normal. Phew!
Shopping yesterday for last minute bits and bobs was very stressful. Lidl's shelves were empty, Tesco was heaving and queueing to park. It was getting stressful. P suggested topping up fuel as it was cheaper there than elsewhere. This wasn't part of my well thought out plan, that was going to pot minute by minute, but I agreed. Whilst topping up the tank I spied a parking space so kept an eye on it hoping it would still be free when I'd finished. Long story short, got home had lunch, set off out again but car wouldn't start and when it did it hiccuped up the road. Much scratching of heads. Eventually discovered I'd put unleaded in a diesel. The Silver submarine was in the wars again. I'd heard horrendous stories of engines ruined by the wrong fuel. Much phoning around, gnashing of teeth at how stupid I'd been. Upshot was for £195 a bloke came round that afternoon drained off the contaminated fuel, flushed through the system, followed me to the nearest petrol station to make sure the car started again, which it did. He reassured us that no lasting damage had been done, all back to normal. Phew!
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