Out of petrol

I suppose it was a warning when the yellow light came on the fuel gauge last week.

But what's new? I never have much in the Punto. It's a car that does some local miles to and from the station and the odd shopping trip.

So as I couldn't remember how long the light had been on it was sure to come up and bite my arse.

It started to stutter on Dymchurch Road and I made the right turn into Burmarsh Road and poof! Gone. Into neutral and coast to a stop.

A quick call to Claire to bring the can and fifteen minutes later we're home with five litres in the tank.

Only one hiccup. As I was pouring the petrol from the can some twat drove past and lobbed a fag out of the window.