Chantal got a puncture last night – but at least only the bottom of the tyre was flat. Fortunately she was almost home, and managed to get it on the drive before the tyre finally deflated. I was working last night, and so she decided to see if our local garage would come and change the wheel – and bless them, they said they would, after they closed. We have a wonderful local garage. However, when she phoned me, I reminded her that we have paid for Recovery but have rarely used it, and so they were summonsed instead.
My job today was to deliver the wheel to the garage for a repair. That’s the trouble with being available for jobs after working the night before. I get tyred…
Chantal stopped at the garage on her way home, and they fitted the repaired wheel in the spare wheel holder, despite having to remove and replace the dog cage to do so. I bet a Kwik Fit Fitter wouldn’t have done that.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
