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8:30pm and just pulled up at a fuel station.

The silver car (as it's known) is in need of fuel, and Mrs theWeir is in need of flowers. Not because she said so, but because I reckon so. I missed home group tonight as a result of the latter.

Fortunately, the fuel efficiency of the car is *okay* given it's age/mileage/transmission et al.

And fortunately, I know better than to buy flowers from a fuel station.

More concerning was the £71 that it cost to brim the tank. Ouch.