Anyway, back to the post in hand. Yesterday was Sunday. The Sabbath. A day we rest from our labours and treat as sacred and different to all other days.
There was a youth fireside at Cleveland stake centre last night. As I drove home from church at 4.30pm in the afternoon and pulled into the drive, what should pop up? The petrol light. No, there was not going to be enough petrol to make the hour's round trip.
So apparently I am not as responsible as I thought. (Well, truth be told, I don't think I am responsible, so I will rephrase: Not as responsible as I should be.)