I broke down in Croydon about 11pm and after an hours wait a young bloke arrived contracted by the RAC.
Chucked the car on the back and then said where to, Guv and when I said Dorset there was this silence and then he said he’d been told it was “local”.
Turned out he had been on the go from 7am so was already 15 hours in - when he dropped me off it was nigh on 3am and he had to get back to the smoke.
He was dead on his feet - it didn’t help he was driving one of those nasty Canters or Fuso efforts.