A Tyre-ing Day.
I was a complete insomniac last night and decided to go trolling round the web for something to keep me occupied, and I ended up on the House Forum until the early hours of the morning and woke up really tired. Then this happened to me:
How unlucky can you get? I sometimes wonder if I am living under a curse. Perhaps my ancestors upset a witch doctor many years ago…
My day started off with me discovering I had a flat tyre on my car. This meant that;
a) I was going to be late for work.
b) Changing the wheel would not be a whole lot of fun in the freezing cold.
c) I felt like going back to bed and pretending it was all just a bad dream.
I called work, told them of my predicament and put on as many layers of clothing as possible. I would actually have worn even more clothes, but I had to be able to bend various joints in my body to change the wheel.
It turned out that it wasn’t actually as cold as I had expected; it was far worse. When I finally managed to remove the wheel I immediately saw why I had a puncture. There was a lump of sharp metal embedded in the tyre.
When my fingers were warm enough to use a phone, I called the tyre centre on the industrial estate. They had the right sized tyre in stock! I drove down there feeling a bit more positive… but that would soon disappear.
The guy at the tyre place asked me to leave my car out the front. I parked it up, applied the handbrake and heard a loud CLUNK! The guy heard it too. He came running over, looked under my car and informed me that I had snapped the handbrake cable. The day was going from bad to worse.
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I didn’t get into work until lunchtime, my car cost three times what I had expected to pay and I lost half a day’s wages.
But I’m feeling better now. I am back at home, my dinner is in the oven and I’m finally getting warm. ‘It’s just one of those days’, I told myself. ‘Everyone has them from time to time.’
BANG!
Uh-oh. I’m going to have to go. That sounded like the cooker…