I got to Bicester and stopped - not quite dead but pretty much. For the next forty-five minutes I watched the back of the lorry in front as we edged painfully towards the M40 juction. My satnav occasionally deleted another 100 yards from the target distance and added another couple of minutes to the ETA. Meanwhile my petrol gage hovered just above empty - fun...I got back home in less than an hour - in time to see Nigel and talk about his first sermon...
And that was the day...