That's not good

So, today we drove all the way in to work - Mrs BH plays footie after work most Tuesdays which makes getting the train more complicated.

We were just approaching work and the car beeped at us and demonstrated the message above. Yikes thought us.

Thankfully, we were able to call on the fourth emergency service and the delightful Jason came to see us mid-morning. Thankfully nothing serious was wrong - we were low on oil, that's all.

Anyone know why the oil light doesn't tell you it's low?