Thursday morning, jumped into the car, started the engine, I hear that ridiculously familiar ding ding ding. 

I know, I know. (Terri, you’ve been chancing your arm and running on your reserve fuel for about twenty miles and you really need to wind your neck in and refuel before you end up stranded at the side of the road).

Mentally noted, I also noted. I now have six minutes to get to the bus stop which is approximately a six and a half minute drive away – yes, I have timed it; on several occasions to see if I could scrape another minute of our tight time-frame in the morning.

I’m your typical sail close to the wind type girl. I probably refuel my car only ever when the fuel warning light has been on for a good ten miles.  I very rarely ever charge my phone before the…