Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Some Wisdom

If you should ever find yourself in possession of a second hand car with a faulty fuel gauge then I have some advice for you.

You may be tempted to discover how long the said vehicle will run with the fuel warning light on and if so I would suggest that you carry out your experiments without straying too far from home and endeavour to do so during daylight hours.

If you are tempted to get up at 3.30 in the morning to drive a pasty faced imbecile to work then I would suggest that you fill up with petrol before you do so.

I am in a position to impart this sound advice as this morning I found myself at 3.40 am standing six kilometres from home on a very, very dark road. I am not used to rising at this hour and as a consequence was half asleep. I was also without underpants and socks although I had taken the precaution of wearing trousers and shoes.

I was unable to think of anyone who would be pleased to hear from me at this hour so put all thoughts of phoning a rescuer out of my mind. Fortunately it was a mild morning/night and I did consider sleeping in the car for a few hours until there was more/some traffic on the road.

Regrettably I only considered this possibility after walking for two kilometres by which time I felt that to turn back would have been to admit defeat.

After two more kilometres I began to see the funny side which went some way to alleviating the crushing boredom of walking along in the darkenss by the side of a road which is not what one might call inspiring during the hours of daylight. This humour also indicated that I was waking up which was not something I readily aspired to.

It only took about an hour to get home at which point I retired to bed.

I have now retrieved the car and have filled the tank with petrol.

Horse. Stable. Bolted. Locked. After.

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About Me

Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.