Right. So I did my ankle in on Friday. ****. Thought I'd see how I was to drive by nipping to work and back. Ok. So far so good. The tyre pops. ****. But I get there. Ok - it's cool - change the tyre: Spare wheel? Check Jack? Check Security socket? Check Tyre iron? No. No?! ****. So. Now stranded outside work with a buggered ankle, a popped tyre and without a very important tool to change the wheel. And for some reason nobody else seems to keep that vital piece of equipment in their boot either. ****. Anyway. As Lady Luck would have it (in her mysterious way), a chance encounter ended with a lift home. WOOHOOO! I will return tomorrow fully prepared. With luck I won't get a ticket sitting on a double yellow all night. Hold on. Luck? Luck?! What?!
Dear Lady Luck, Make up your mind. Please. Yours, Joe Haydon