Don't You Just Hate It When ..

You walk out of the office, house - whatever and you need to be on your way somewhere - your arms are full of bags, jumpers etc and you get to the car and dump everything on the front passenger seat. You shut the door and start to walk around to the other side of the car to get in and you shriek in horror as you see your back tyre is not as it is. Fact is you can press your finger into the tyre its that low.

AAArgh! Luckily there is an air compressor at the farm so it can get you to one spot and hopefully the Tyre place at Allora hasnt shut its doors by the time you get there!

I thought I was stretching the friendship with the tyre but it got me to Allora and thankfully the nice man was just sitting there, browsing the net waiting to close up.

But wait! My wallet is sitting at home, snug and warm where I left it in my overcoat on Sunday after coming home from the pub. AAAArgh! (lucky for me I didnt get stopped by the police on the way home!.

For those of you wondering was I stranded in Allora until I could get hold of Evan, let me put your thoughts to rest. The lovely man in the tyre shop had our details on file (as we had been there before) and said that Evan could come and pay him tomorrow.

Now you dont get that sort of service in the city do you?