All Hands to the Pump
Lunch hour for Puddler today entailed a quick dash to Sainsburys to fill up the Puddlemobile with fuel, resist the goodies on offer in the kiosk and then back to the desk to eat the usual sandwich, today made from Mrs P's home-baked bread and raspberry jam. The anticipated delight was tempered by the odour of diesel on the hands (the polythene glove holder at the garage is always empty). So, as I experienced the raspberry-diesel flavour, I pondered on days gone by when your car was refuelled by a garage attendant who had permanently oily hands and might even check the oil and water while he was at it. I wonder, do any rural garages still offer this service? The last I recall in our neck of the woods assisted its last customer about 10 years ago. Upton-on-Severn still has the right type of pump, and not a litre marking in sight.[Four years for the first post to materialise - a record?]
Labels: Diesel, Upton-on-Severn
posted by Puddler at
12:56 PM
4 Comments:
Just discovered your blog Puddler. Seems to have much that is 'up my street'. What a fabulous petrol pump. Those illuminated globes go for a lot of dosh now, I'm told.
Thanks Peter, without being too sycophantic, I hope, your blog, which I stumbled upon when googling "The Distant Horns of Summer", is the real deal. I think you would like Upton.
Just found you: it's good to see another blogger getting these bits and pieces of our kulchur up into the ether before they all disappear into landfill or the recycling centre. I'm very fond of Upton - especially its two very striking garages. I hope this is the first of many evocative posts.
Welcome Philip, so do I. I forgot to mention that the pump can be found at Shipps Garage.
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