trip to scarborough last night to collect an ebay purchase and take the dogs for a walk/swim. set off at 7, back for 10 no problem.
except the wife and van had different ideas. while we were there she had arranged with a friend to pop into a pub and do a quick set (she is a singer/songwriter) and said friend would slip her a few quid. found the pub, she got carried away, didnt leave till 12.30. i live 2 hours away
got about half way home and van starts to feel funny. sure enough, rear tyre punctured. for some reason my jack wouldnt lift the van enough so had to crawl under in in the wet and filth to lift it off the suspension rather than the sill.
i am now sat at work rather zombified.
whats that old saying about tits and tyres?
except the wife and van had different ideas. while we were there she had arranged with a friend to pop into a pub and do a quick set (she is a singer/songwriter) and said friend would slip her a few quid. found the pub, she got carried away, didnt leave till 12.30. i live 2 hours away
got about half way home and van starts to feel funny. sure enough, rear tyre punctured. for some reason my jack wouldnt lift the van enough so had to crawl under in in the wet and filth to lift it off the suspension rather than the sill.
i am now sat at work rather zombified.
whats that old saying about tits and tyres?