The ferry bringing David was coming in. The Nighthawk was making her way towards the ferry terminal to meet him. Fuel was fairly low and there was plenty of time so she decided to have a drink and called in at the car café. Then her driver did something he’d never done in the 49 years he’s been driving. He put the wrong fuel in the car. Well he put some wrong fuel in it. So now the Nighthawk is sitting on the garage forecourt waiting for the doctor’s doors to open tomorrow so that she can have her stomach pumped. Poor girl.
Fortunately I have wonderful neighbours and within 10 minutes I’d been rescued and David had been picked up from the ferry (thank heaven for mobile phones) and we were home within half an hour. Albeit carless. Well not actually because my neighbours are going off on the ferry in the morning with their campervan leaving one of their cars for me. And (oops sorry Adrian) Carol’s offered me her car. It’s moment like this that I realise how lucky I am to have the friends and neighbours I have.
All I have to do now is gird my loins for the laughter when Spesh realises what I’ve done. I’ll never hear the end of it. Ever.
Oh my...what to say? Poor car, but she and you will be just fine soon enough :)
ReplyDeleteYes, you are blessed with wonderful friends, Graham and yes, Spesh must laugh...I'll admit, I'm smiling; only because I can relate to mishap such as that...not that I've ever put the wrong fuel in my car, but I've done other things...most likely shared them in a post once or twice too.
Love you, my friend.
It was so long ago now that I last had to put fuel in a car that I can't remember if it ever happened to me that I put the wrong kind in. What I do remember is sometimes leaving the lid on the roof of the car and driving off... having to go back to look for it... And that certainly had nothing to do with old age. Because back in those days I was not old. I still remember feeling utterly stupid. Especially if they were all men at the gas station...
ReplyDeleteWhat's a conjunction when one can't tell diesel from petrol or visa versa! Have a good weekend.
ReplyDeleteWell, at least you realised and didn't drive off, damaging the engine. There's hope for you yet!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness - your pride must be well and truly dented.
ReplyDeleteI nearly choked on my coffee as I was reading your blog. Oh Graham - to make me laugh out loud and for so long and before 10.30am is an achievement indeed. Feel proud my friend, feel very proud!
I promise I wont mention it in the future - well not too often anyway!
I won't make Spesh's promise. I just love it! It's one of the few things I have not YET done wrong.
ReplyDeleteOh, you have made me happy....that I've never done that! And if I did I doubt I would be honest enough to own up publicly!
ReplyDeleteAnd having good friends and neighbours has noting to do with luck!
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ReplyDeleteSo annoying for you. My partner put the wrong stuff in one night, a wet and cold evening of course, and a helpful, handsome and knowledgeable male customer opened it up and drained the tank and flushed it all out - all in his suit beneath the car! I was of course first annoyed and then relieved in that order but still shook my head at the mistake... how could he have been so stupid!!!!
Predictably, some months later - same garage - same pump - I did the same thing. Mortified. No nice angel to rescue me - but a long wait, a car rescue service and a large bill - sigh.
I now boycott this garage - the pumps are not clearly labelled enough lol - it was a first offence for us both...it must be their issue!!
Glad it all worked out - and for the giggle
When does NZ beckon again? There are lambs and daffodils out so it can't be too long now.
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I'm sorry, GB...but I would have liked to be a little bird watching from a high perch at the moment you realized the mistake...just wondering from here if you kicked the pump or the tires or anything...or if you remained your dignified self....
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I really am sorry for all of the trouble, but also glad for your wonderful friends and neighbors.
Now, I can imagine for the rest of my life I'm going to be double, no, triple checking the labels on the gas pumps before I fuel my car.
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Thanks for that....
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I'm always petrified of doing this myself!
ReplyDeleteFiona. I'm sorry. I forgot to answer your question. I arrive back at my New Zealand home on 30 October.
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