A Van Without Petrol Will Not Run

Yes, so the van ran out of petrol on the way to the Princess bubble with a bunch of guests inside. I wasn’t driving I was just sat in the back whilst Adam drove. He then took great pleasure in telling everyone just who’s responsibility it was to re-fuel the van. I didn’t want to try and talk myself out of it because it would’ve looked a bit like I was trying to make excuses but I had asked James if I could have some money to re-fuel the van and he told me to ignore the fuel gauge as it didn’t work and that it’d be fine. Of course nobody admits that the conversation ever happened. I recall a funny event, one which sticks in your head. The Gendarmes were hovering around outside the Pizza place next door. I thought to myself, I bet they’re trying to catch us in the blue van, and chuckled because it was good timing that I hadn’t put the petrol in it.

So I got back and there were plenty of rooms to clean as my Dad and his Party left in the early morning. I waved them off and got straight to work. I finished at about two o’clock-ish and fell asleep, especially after last night in the Caleche with Fausto, Cath (my Aunt) and my Dad (Mark) ended fairly tardy and then we went on to the Cocoon arriving back home gone 0200 after 3 cocktails and a couple of Piquants. I then got up at 0600 to see them all leave. Not sure if my Dad bothered coming home to bed but he was having some breaky so at least he made it back.