The fog closed in. The fuel warning-light flashed. Mum peered through the windscreen.There's petrol station soon, just after we take the first exit at the next roundabout, said Mum. But the engine slowed down. The car jerked,Stopped. If it wasn't foggy we could see the roundabout and the petrol station from here, said Mum. There's an empty can in the boot. I'll go. You wait here. I won't be long.
She disappeared into the fog. I looked at my watch:5.54. It was only a few miles to the cottage we were renting for Chritmas. A funny time to go to the seaside but Mum wanted to do something different,our first Christmas since Dad left.