I managed to get a tank of gasoline earlier today: dropped lucky on a mildly busy Shell forecourt around lunchtime and filled 'er up. My relief was palpable. FFS, how has it come to this? Covid was horrific, but the aftershock following Brexit will be felt for years to come. What a time to be alive. I dread to think what fresh hell will land in our laps between now and the next election. Though whatever does come our way in the next 24/36 months I guarantee it will only make me poorer, angrier and sadder. That much I do know.
On a jauntier note, I hope you like today's photograph; I took it in Lambley - a little village not far from me.
One of the benefits of working early shifts last week was no queues at the petrol station when I rolled up in the pre-dawn gloom. Unfortunately I've done a whole heap of miles since then and I'm currently off work for a few days, so struggling to find a place to fill up. Hopefully I'll have enough juice sloshing around the bottom of the tank to keep me going until I head back to the grind next week.ReplyDelete
Three words to make anyone's heart sink - pre-dawn gloom.Delete
I love the photo John, amazing that they've survived.ReplyDelete
Cheers, Adam; yep, they've been there donkeys.Delete
Yes, a great picture. Haven't seen any of those for a while. Lovely tree colours in the backdrop too.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Alyson; my dotage will probably be spent photographing petrol pumps and launderettes.Delete