It was all going so well. A good ride-out down to Shiel Bridge on the road to Skye (West Coast of Scotland), a bowl of soup and a cuppa and then back again to Inverness.

Stopped to put a bit of fuel in so I had enough to get to work on the Monday. Whoops, suddenly realised I was holding the black nozzle.

2 and bit litres of diesel in the tank.
Wheeled the bike to one side and called the RAC. Got trailered home and then to the bike shop on the Monday.
The tank and fuel lines were drained and tank refilled with petrol and no damge done, but what a bloody tosser I felt.