Petrol, petrol everywhere, but not a drop to pump

What a day. I had low fuel this morning and a last minute call to arms. Well, a day of supply teaching in my local school. With no time for brekky I had to take the car. Whizzing in, I glimpsed the fuel light glimmering sleepily, I'll refuel on my way home.

Lunchtime loomed large. I was fammished. I jumped into the car and headed for my nearest garage and food place. The fuel light was now flashing. But I got there. No Problem. Ah, yeh, I do have a problem, the garage is shut, it's forecourt is in the process of being dug up. Why now?

No time to waste. Me and the car need fuel before we both conk out. Onto the next garage, don't spare the horses.

Unbloodybelievable. This garage has no unleaded. Do I put diesel in the car and grab a white bread, meat butty for myself? I think not.

I go on. Needle resting as low as it can and the light, THAT light, flashing ever more urgently. This was getting serious. We may not make it back alive. Then I remember I have the new phone with me today and don't have much of a clue how to drive it. All that palls into insignificance as I recall that it has no credit.So I'm faced with the prospect of no fuel, starvation, and no way of telling the school, or my loved ones, of my plight.

Thankfully, after a trip along the byepass, and out onto the Cirencester Rd, I found a garage that was both open and had fuel to sell; but no food. Actually, it was fully loaded with  white bread, meat butties. I still think not.

The race was on, find food, have a cuppa and get back to school all inside the measly 15 minutes I had left of my lunch break. I was nackered.

Thank goodness the kids are a joy. It's why I choose to teach there. That and the fact they have a lot of staff, which is directly proportional to the number of absences the school has to cover and, clearly, the number of days they can offer me. I returned fueled up and happy.

What else could possibly go wrong?

How about all the computers going down as a result of small power cuts?  No problem, unless you're about to take a year 10 class for an IT lesson. Oh bugger. Kids were good about it. A couple girls trotted off and found a technician who came along and patched us up and then put this little computer of mine onto the school system.  While the children did their work, I had a go at blogging via my 'gadget' on my homepage. It works! Even though the blog editor facility is filtered from the schools' system, I could still get down a few paragraphs and have them saved on my blog site. Cor, I'm well impressed. It was all here waiting for me in the drafts section when I got in. Yea.