My car just wouldn't move any further. It was complete dead, and I was a few miles far away from anywhere on a cold, wet night. I decided walk around a little before accepting I'd have to spend the night in the car. Maybe I can find a telephone. Actually, he didn't have to walk far before I found a small house standing on a field with a light shone from the sitting room. I knocked at the door and was delighting when a pleasant old man opened the door but listened to my story carefully. He said he had no telephone, and it wasn't one within walking distance. but offered to come and look at my car.