Husband said, 'You should have enough fuel to get to Daughter's. At least you should make it to the end of the motorway.'
I'd just come over the bridge and the first sign I saw said Exeter 71 miles; Minni said I had enough fuel to do 68. Don't panic!
Next sign said Exeter 64 miles; Minni was saying I could do 70. Hey, I'm making petrol again. (Yes, Husband, I know: diesel!)
By the next sign we'd evened out and both sign and Minni said 49 miles.
We were two junctions off leaving the motorway and within the space of 1 minute Minni's 'number of miles you can do' gauge dropped from 21 to 13. And as I was approaching the last but one junction we were back up to 19.
Now I knew it wasn't 19 miles to the next junction, where I'd leave and go straight to Tesco's petrol station, but the way Minni's gauge had been going, should I cut my losses and get off early and try and find another garage?
Should I? Should I? Shoul ... oops, too late.
Well, we made it to Tesco's with a few miles to spare but I'm never leaving home without filling up first again!