I drove the land rover to work on Monday. On the way home I got just past Sainsbury’s onto the hill down to South Hill Park, when it spluttered and ceased to run. Having spent the previous evening fixing the lying fuel and temp gauges I assumed that I had failed to fix the fuel gauge and that it had just run out of fuel. I rolled into a cul-de-sac, bumped up the curb and abandoned it. Then walked the 1/2 mile home, forlorn. Abigail had spent the day being grumpy so Hannah opted to join me in walking to Sainsbury’s with a Gerry can stashed in the bottom of the push chair. I filled it with 18 litres of petrol then walked the 200 meters to the land rover. I poured in about 2/3rd of that fuel only to find that the tank was still part full and it was […]
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