On Bonfire Night I took my colleague’s brand new Nissan Pulsar home for the evening.
In true salesman style there was hardly any diesel in it. So on my journey I stopped on Worthing seafront to refuel. While I stood, watching money being torn from my pocket, fireworks going mental over Worthing pier, shivering in the freezing temperatures (it was actually like 7°C but I was cold) it suddenly dawned on me that I haven’t put fuel in a car since August.
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