Flabbergasted!

Flabbergasted! Gobsmacked! Jawdropping! Absolute shock! Stunned! All of these and many more words could be used to describe what I felt early this morning when I took the car to the garage for petrol.
I have a tiny Kia Picanto and don't do that much driving because I can't afford to and I'm not an erratic driver whose speeds vary from 10mph to 70mph. The car is an automatic and I am a steady (not slow) driver who has put less than 2,000 miles on the clock since the beginning of last August when I bought the car.
Two weeks ago when I went to fetch Eden, I did think of getting petrol then and at that time it was only 93 pence per litre. How I wish I had filled up then instead of waiting until today. The price for a litre this morning was an eye watering £1.39p and I reckon that filling up cost me an extra seven pounds.
I don't buy my petrol at a BP garage so I knew I wasn't helping them to pay to clean up their mess in the Gulf of Mexico, I go to the Shell Garage. Most of the price is duty which goes straight into the government's coffers and what they do with it is anybody's guess. It's probably saved up to pay the wretched expenses of MP's because as motorists, we don't benefit from decent roads because they're still full of potholes.
The trouble is, putting up the price like that just doesn't deter a lot of people from using their cars, instead, it causes hardship to people who have to use their cars out of necessity. I don't use mine unless I have to, but I have to have one in order to go to Tesco once a month to shop and that's three miles away. There's no question of me walking there, it would take me a couple of days with my prolapsed discs and trapped sciatic nerves, not to mention the pain. Unfortunately, I can only get to the Tesco Metro in the week and that's more expensive and you can't get a lot of items there anyway.