Got out of the house 4 mins ahead of schedule, the traffic just parting like I was Moses of the tarmac. Half way to work I'm pottering round a roundabout at 5mph when part of my brain alerts me to the fact the back end of the car is sliding. Then the infamous "wop, wop" of ye olde flat tyre begins. Pull over, curse a little, whip out the beautiful brand new spare tyre from the boot ready for fitting....
That is when I discover the engineer who previously had the car had not only pinched the parcel shelf but also the toolkit!!!
Cue Basil Fawlty moment of cursing and thrashing the Astra with branches off the nearest tree. Then discover someone has also pinched the AA card so I can't ring them

An hour later after several phone calls to the office and AA a nice man turned up with a jack and a suitable spanner to help me change the wheel.
Not the most auspicious start to a day ever.... but you've gotta laugh








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