Well after a strange week including a funeral and our friend Tony being rushed into hospital, get better quick mate, the weekend beckoned like some beckoning thing.
On Saturday the weather was miserable, gloomy, drizzle and not exactly warm. We had decided to go shopping in Mayenne our nearest large town at the LeClerc supermarket by way of a change and also they had our favourite boxes of wine on offer buy one get one free, who could resist?
Mrs Powerfulpierre went off in the morning to see her students and in the afternoon we set off for Mayenne. We had driven 2 or 3 Km out of Bais when the car shuddered to a halt and refused to go any further. The road is a long straight Roman road that goes on and on and where we were was effectively in the middle of nowhere. The drizzle drizzled and it got murkier.
Now our car like so many these days has a computer and it had been saying that we had at least 60 km of fuel left before needing to fill up, however the little petrol pump light had not come on which it normally does when it gets to below 100 litres. Everything pointed to our running out of petrol. We were a bit abashed by this but not overly concerned, we have the French version of breakdown cover so I took out my mobile only to find it had no charge in it, it was useless. Not to worry, we had Mrs Powerfulpierres phone which was working and she rang the assistance only to be told that if we had run out of petrol we were not covered. We looked at each other and I felt my heart sink.
We had no petrol container and the nearest petrol station was a very long walk away in the rain.
Fortunately Mrs Powerfulpierre was up to the challenge and set off back towards Bais and I put the hazard warning lights on and an orange fluorescent vest.
The road we were on is a very fast road and I had not been able to get the car fully on the grass verge when the petrol gave up so I stood at the back of the car to make sure it was visible, I did not want to be missed in the gloom and back-ended. My wife was now well out of sight when cars coming away from Bais started to stop just in front of where I was standing. It was so heartening, all these people stopping to ask if I needed assistance, proffering their mobile phones and being generally blooming nice. In my best French I explained rather embarrassingly that we had run out of petrol and that my wife was on her way to Bais for petrol.
It occurs to me now that perhaps they thought what kind of man sends his wife walking in the rain on a busy road but then they probably would have deduced I was English and that would have explained everything.
Then a silver Peugeot drove up and on to the grass verge and out got Mrs Powerfulpierre clutching a huge container of petrol, the lady driving had stopped for her on the way to Bais and kindly driven her to the station and then back to our car. She also waited to make sure that we were going to get started, Madame you are a star.
Then as we were filling the tank I noticed blue flashing lights heading towards us from the direction of Bais. I assumed the gendarmes were heading for some emergency and would go straight passed us but I was wrong. The lady who had rescued my wife apparently got into a bit of a state because she was not wearing a fluorescent jacket and was worried that she would get in trouble with the gendarmes and I have to say I was a little apprehensive, as I have said before they are based on the military they are not civilians like the UK police and they are greatly respected and feared in equal measure. I knew the car was displaying the correct insurance and control technique, French MOT in other words and we always carried the car documents, the gendarmes always demand these when they stop you and you are in real trouble if you cannot produce them.
As it happens they were as nice as pie, it was a corporal and a female private who obviously were having a quiet day and this was about as much excitement they were going to get on this shift. They could have parked their car on the grass verge but they left it in the road and the private had fun doing traffic duty, they were clearly bored and needed a distraction. It is the kind of thing I did when I was a policeman and I bet any ex or retired copper will recognise a wet slow shift and the tedium it brought.
So with 5 litres of petrol in the car I tried again, nothing. This worried me as the last thing we could afford was the car in the garage and heaven knows at what cost.
The corporal suggested that there might be a minimum amount needed to start the car but as we now thought it might not be lack of petrol, my wife rang the assistance again and this time they said they would come out. So everybody went on their way, we even got a bon courage from our gendarmes and we waited for the assistance to arrive.
Eventually a large recovery lorry arrived and we explained the problem and another huge can of petrol was added and hallelujah the car started.
So not one of our better days but it was great to know that if we had really been in trouble there were plenty of people willing to give us whatever help they could.