Running on Empty

And so the evening begins...

"Dad, can you collect me at midnight?"

"Sure."

Time passes; spent fixing broken calendar entries and watching the Vuelta. Until just before the witching hour.

"Dad can you also take two friends home?"

Looks at time. Looks at fuel gauge(*).

"Err, okay."

Three town crossing journies later, with no local petrol stations open, and a game of fuel gauge roulette is won! Huzzah!

* At this point the story gets all high tech and multimedia rich. Not only have you checked this footnote, but you can now look at the photographic element of this Blip to immerse yourself in the story. It's almost like you are there. With me. Weird.