So I went up to Leeds for the meet yesterday, had a great time. I must thank Tenko for the help, advice and instruction.
Anyhoo, on the way home i missed my fuel stop but thought to myself never mind i'll get the next one

I must have just thought it when i drove into heavy traffic caused by road works. The computer had displayed 5 miles left in the tank for the last 15 minutes and it's a deisel so i really didn't want to run out. I was sweating and talking to the wife on the phone, she managed to find me a fuel stop a mile off the motorway at the next juntion. Luckly i managed to get there and fill up, so i pull out and head back to the motorway. The wife rings as i approach the roundabout and slip road, so I'm talking and taking grief for nearly running out of fuel with all the " you'd be having a right go at me if it was me that left it that long to fill up blah blah" (the irony

). About then i lost signal on the phone

and set off home thinking about the new tricks i had seen and what i need to practice. Then seven junctions later i realised i was heading north instead of south

. Not one but seven junctions later, I didn't know if i should laugh or cry.
Well i got home eventually and it made a long day but a good day.
The wife hasn't stopped hounding me about it yet, it's the holy grail of motoring mishaps as far as she's concerned. Well I'm not bothered, no really I'm not, honestly, really, who cares
