Set off at 7pm last night for the 500 mile drive south to see family for Christmas. Car fully loaded with pressies, kids and dogs. 100 miles in and somehow - something must have flicked up? - petrol starts pissing out of the tank or nearby fuel pipe. So that's that knackered. Here's the stroke of good luck. This happens as I'm pulling into Glasgow airport, and using my emergency empty credit card and my driving licence photocard which I found under the sofa YESTERDAY and put in my wallet for the first time ever, I managed to hire a car, shift all the stuff over, and get a recovery truck to take my car back home. Total delay 90 mins 🙂
On the other hand, walk in hire car prices at Christmas aren't cheap. Glad I married a bonny lass with discount achieving fluttery eyelashes.
Merry Christmas!
That story has the making of a movie 😀 Glad it worked out for you all.
Merry Christmas.
And we've arrived, just in time for a cooked breakfast I'm happy to say!