I look down at the fuel gauge... almost empty, I'm running on vapours, my car feels like it is about to heave its last.... And I couldn't be happier!!!
I blissfully whizz past the maxol at the end of my estate, I practically vault past the Esso on beach road and on to that veritable bastion of all things nice and lovely... the new Applegreen on the N11.
The shop is huge and the staff friendly, they have a really nice café in there and a hot deli counter that just screams "relax, have a coffee, maybe try one of these oh so delicious breakfast rolls or perhaps just a warm buttery croissant.
There is the usual array of services outside as well.. a carwash, air, water yada yada yada but its all about the inside for me.
So, I pull up at the pumps, open my petrol cap and insert the fuel nozzle. Just before I start the refeueling something niggely at the back of my mind says "check for your wallet"
I did
It wasn't there
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