I got a call from the M-I-L asking me to ring the wife as she's pulled over to the side of a road with a puncture. Why the wife didn't phone me I don't know but sure enough, I ring and the wife confirms this along with her location. Fortunately it was not to far, so off I gallop like a knight in shinning armour to rescue my fair maiden in distress.
I arrive to find the flat tyre and the wife looking fed up. "Fear not" I say in a bold voice, "we'll have this sorted in no time".
Well from that point onward, it all started turning into a fiasco. She'd been complaining previously about a wet floor in the rear passenger foot well. Didn't know why at the time but it soon becomes apparent that, rain was collecting in the spare wheel well, some how. So now picture this, a rusty spare wheel sitting in a pool of water and rusted fast the wheel securing pin! Eventually, I manage to get this loose and reveal the spare and the jack.
I then set about to loosen the wheel nuts and jack the car up. All of this done majestically in true hero fashion. Off come the wheel nuts and finally the ..... and finally the ......and finally the.... bugger, the wheel won't come off. Not wishing to cause any alarm to my fair maiden, I ponder quietly as to what to do before exclaiming, "I shall give it a kick"! Still nothing, so I kick some more.
Starting to loose my cool exterior I suggest to the wife "perhaps if you knock on that chaps door, he might offer you a hammer". She returns with said tool and hands it too me. I set about in all manor of ways, trying to 'hammer' some sense into the situation, but only managing to annoy the neighbourhood with clanging.
Eventually I concede that despite might bravest and best efforts, I shall not be her saviour presently. Knowing a tyre bay is just down the road, I set off to ask if a crisp