I have just spent the last hour packing boxes while having my will to live sapped by listening to You and Yours. I’m not panicking about the fact that I’ve only managed to pack four boxes, and that includes the one I didn’t actually unpack when we moved in *cough* three years ago. Or not so far, anyway. And up until about half an hour ago, I wasn’t panicking about the fact that Scotland – you know, the place we’re moving to – is undergoing a massive fuel crisis, with prices rocketing to 1.45 a litre, rationing imposed, queues at forecourts across the land. No, I was keeping calm about that. Our moving guys are professionals, they’ll have something worked out, these things always turn out less serious than the media make out, it’s all a self-fulfilling prophecy, it’ll be fine.
Don’t panic.
And then the guy from the petrol retailers’ association came on and told us all not to panic. And now all of a sudden, I’m worried. Anyone got a jerry can I can borrow? Or three?
Town Mouse 
Top tip: if you need to syphon petrol out of a car don’t use a Dyson to do it (Google for fuel air bomb if you’re unsure as to why). Apparently some bright spark tried this during the last fuel crisis.
he he – sounds like a candidate for a darwin award…
Travel light and cycle there!
I’d love to, but there’s a small matter of a house full of stuff to come with us.
Still, make for a great blog…
Just stay out of the central belt and I expect it will be fine…
(Silly southern newswriters)
However, it’s supposed to rain on Scotland this weekend, so if the forecast is true no one will be going anywhere using up fuel anyway.
I knew all that rain had to be good for something…