Casimir Greenfield - We didn't die!

Tuesday was not quite what we expecting Tuesday to be. Monday evening had not started well. A trip to Gloucester ended with the overpowering smell of petrol fumes wafting around us in the car.

A quick examination in the Cathedral car park revealed a strong steady trickle of fuel pouring from a corroded fuel tank.

Luckily one of our sons had accompanied us on the trip and we knew we'd have a lift back.

The car had been virtually running on empty and we were due for a re-fuel, so we knew the tank would be drained before too long. It was raining and the rainbows created by the leak looked very pretty  streaming down the drain. But, even with a leak, those tanks hold more than you can imagine. The breakdown guys couldn't make it until the morning, so we thought we would be okay. We were alive anyway!

But, Tuesday morning (in son's borrowed car) revealed just how much fuel one of those darn tanks holds. There was a goodly pool of pungent fuel underneath the car, plus an irate car park attendant who was possibly the most unpleasant fellow I have encountered in a long while.

We sought solace in coffee and toasted tea-cakes in the wrong cafe. All beams and antiquity - it was nothing better than a greasy spoon in a prime tourist trap. They couldn't fail. Over-priced and awful. We were still alive, though!

Poor Mrs G. left for a little retail therapy while I awaited the Brummie breakdown guy. What a ray of sunshine! After more abuse from the car park attendant and several drivers who couldn't wait the two minutes while our beleaguered car was winched onto the flat bed truck we drove away to find a quiet spot for the financials.

Our little shop in Gloucester never did quite take off. The other one has done well from day one. Some things just don't work, though, however hard you work at them. Slow Poison? The leaking fuel? The car park guy?

I don't know. We're still alive...

Mrs G. found some wonderful diamanté artefacts in a charming little antique centre in a converted inn, plus we managed to walk the dog and clear our heads a little.

Brummie guy delivered the car to our local garage, the sun was shining, car park guy will get his and we really did live to fight another day.

Slow Poison? It trickleth on...