Yesterday morning my OH went to fill up the car- I was a bit worried because there is some history - OH standing in a growing pool of diesel, while I’m shouting, “Let go of the trigger!”
However, in more recent times, she seemed to have got the hang of it (for her first thirty or so years of driving in S Africa, the car would always be filled up by petrol pump attendants- could be the subject of a future post, as that can go badly wrong too). Nevertheless, yesterday morning I decided to go too because I could collect some kindling from the 2020 high water mark of the Lot. Unfortunately, I got an email from a close relative who’s not in a good place and decided to phone him immediately rather than go out onthe diesel and wood expedition.
OH returns in some confusion, didn’t remember that I’d told her to use “the orange one” and if that was empty, 'the yellow one." Unfortunately, instead she’d panicked and put in forty litres of “l’essence vetre”. And on the way home, the car “wasn’t working very well”.
Subsequently grace à Internet, I rapidly became a proxy authority on *what to do if you put petrol ina diesel car and also how much re-conditoned BMW injecteurs cost. You might therefore imagine the relief when our garage phoned this evening to tell us c’est renové!