Fortunate it is that my Polo runs on just the occasional sniff of diesel. Because it sounds as if that ability is going to be tested fairly soon. Those of us who live in the rural community and need to get about a bit are particularly vulnerable to fuel shortages.
But I can’t tell you how much I dislike being invited to panic. I particularly dislike being invited to panic in the name of common sense.
I’ve spent quite a bit of my life reassuring people that the world isn’t going to come to an end no matter what the green hordes or the orange hordes do. So I’m not going to worry about a fuel shortage.
Just so long as I can get to Donegal on Easter Sunday evening …