Got home tonight after a fucking hard week and was planning a wee catnap then the missus phoned me, "the car is making funny noises, has a lack of power and is juddering going up hills, what would cause that? I stopped at the garage and put fuel in it and it's been acting really weird"
Knowing cars I quickly jumped to the conclusion that she'd put petrol in a diesel engined car, however knowing women I knew this would be a difficult subject to broach, but since I was tired I jumped in with "are you sure you didn't put petrol in it?"
You can probably imagine what came next, im not bloody stupid of course I didn't, I've been putting fuel in cars for years, why do you jump to the conclusion that this is my fault, its the stupid car that has a problem not me!!
OK cancelled catnap, jumped back in the van and went off to find her in the middle of nowhere, took the fuel cap off and had a sniff, yeah you've put petrol in it.
She tried to blame the petrol station for moving the pumps about but deep down we really know its my fault and that's why I'll be paying for the 170 quid to have the tank drained.