... and our first car-related drama. We leave the dealership, proudly driving away our new (and soon to be beloved) laser blue Golf. And then notice that the tank is on empty. And we have no clue where the nearest petrol station is. And our salesman isn't answering his phone. After pootling around for several miles, we're aware that we are really running low on fuel, we're on the interminable Basingstoke ring road, and there's not a petrol station in sight -- bloody environmental campaigners have probably had them all closed down! Tempers fray, we head in the direction of the Leisure Park, and suddenly! There, ahead of us, hoving into blessed view! A Shell Station!!!
We were very relieved. And then gobsmacked at just how expensive it is to fill a tank completely. Ouch.
And then we had to find our way back to the M3 South, on the wretched ring road that only had helpful labels like "Ring road East" or "Ring road West". 20 minutes of driving and I am already cursing Britain's town planners.
We are petrolheads now. Oh yes we are!
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...It was BP actually - lordie! You're a brand managers nightmare!
I got Nectar points! That's all I care about!
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