Diesel do! Thank God for a fuel stop with Ultimate – and a Greggs!
Some say that God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform …
And so he does too.
We’ve been hit hard by the ‘mysterious’ fuel shortage in the UK, we rented a bijou little cottage which glistens by a reservoir in the midnight moon and lies under the flight path of hundreds of geese that fly in an ultimate V over our gently smoking chimney top…
(However, they are so regular and regimented at least three times a day and under the cover of night, that it has made me wonder if this a new top-flight way of delivering drugs from one end of Shropshire to the other … not drug mules as such, but rather ‘drug ducks’ …)
Anyway, our little cottage lies at the end of a rough and battered concertina of a two mile drive and is miles from the nearest town. And we had a thimble-full of diesel left when we arrived. We assumed we could fill up in the morning.
But we couldn’t because the powerful fuel companies had locked up all the petrol and diesel in big buckets by the seaside and gone home.
And from their balmy balconies and sunny verandahs they blamed us for the fuel shortage. Panic buying they scoffed.
Well, we can’t panic buy can we! We don’t have enough high-octane diesel to get us to a petrol station and back again if they have sold out by the time we get there!
The fuel bosses couldn’t give a sausage,,,
So, we sat in the ancient beamed lounge of our little cottage with the ‘drug ducks’ flying over-head sounding like a million broken police horns and kept on dialling fuel station after fuel station … always the same answer ‘no, sorry no fuel today, try again tomorrow’. Or we just got an answerphone ‘hi, your call is important to us, please hang on and a petrol pump operative will be with you within the next few weeks…’
And then God made a u-turn … He wasn’t remotely sheepish about it and the U didn’t seem to mind … and a little independent garage a quarter of a mile beyond Gailey Island on the way to the M6 and Cannock, said: “Yes we have Ultimate diesel!”
We were off on our thimble full of fuel faster than a ‘drugs duck’ … and we got £35 worth of fuel – just over 4 gallons by my reckoning. But enough to get us home again and then down to the Ham and Eggery for a beer or two!
But you know what else was at this little unassuming petrol station?
A Greggs! That’s what! Yes a Greggs! Britain’s great emporium of pastry and pies!
So, not only did we get nearly five gallons of fuel, we got six sausage rolls, four cheese and onion pasties and two beef and onion pies!
All I can say is praise the Lord for his wondrous ways…
3 Replies to “Diesel do! Thank God for a fuel stop with Ultimate – and a Greggs!”
I had no idea what a “Gregg’s” was until this post.
For the rest of the world:
https://www.greggs.co.uk
Greggs is a magical place of sausage rolls, pasties and meat and potato pies … every filling station should have one! In fact every home should have one!
We have the drugs geese flying and honking over our house in Manchester! I wonder if they work in gangs? I love our gang- makes me feel as if I live in the country. Actually I live near a national park with a wonderful lake. It took just two words to trigger the mass buying of petrol and diesel. The words were said from government sources – Don’t Panic. That’s all we Brits need do send us into a flat spin. I like Greggs though if they didn’t sell meat and potato pies they would be a disappointment.