After spending a day in the London area having meetings we headed back to our accommodation in Rugby.
On the way the car developed a strong smell of something very hot; a smell of baking. My nose isn’t as good as Jan’s; she was the first to notice it and mentioned the car smelt of hot baked bread.
The thought of the car overheating or catching fire concerned me and I frantically started to scan the various gauges. Modern cars don’t appear to have many gauges! The smell got worse. I was looking in the rear vision and side mirrors to see if there was any smoke – there wasn’t! The water temperature gauge reading was normal. OK; it was a rental car; bit I still felt obliged to do something.
Just as I was about to slow down, stop the car and check what had gone wrong, the smell changed! And then the Nestlés factory appeared.