But it's ok it's all coming back to me now.
Anywho, picture the scene, it's a misty June Saturday morning, it's 7.45, and Raptureponies has to work. On a Saturday you say? On a Saturday she sighs.
RP nips out to her car, she'll have breakfast at work. So she nips out to her car and something isn't quite right. She licks her finger and checks the wind, that seems normal.
She doesn't see any wild animals and then it hits her. Flat tyre. Raarrrrr. Ok it's ok she went out early, so has a few minutes to get this sorted.
Back into the house: RP Senior, there's a flat tyre. HELP.
RP Senior kindly obliges, in jig time and RP makes it out to work at a reasonable hour.
Now, transport yourself to a thriving bustling metropolis in the Midlands. RP has been in court (not for herself you understand, to report and that), she's had a busy day, and is looking forward to heading home, for a brisk run around the paddock.
Stuck in traffic, she's driving past some roadworks when the car in front swerves.
Raarrrrrr AGAIN, just a few short days later. Less than a week in fact. A WRECKING BALL is in the middle of the road, RPs does not see it in time and maims her tyre with it.
The car starts to pull, the rain starts to bucket, RPs pulls over. Agh. What do I do?
Ah petrol station, excellent.
However RPs is strong, confident woman and will change this tyre herself. Ha, yeah right.
She's just glad to see the age of chivalry is not dead, and three, count them, three men (granted one of them was driving a hot pink car with big silver alloys) came to her aid.
She got home safely, but her tyre has seen better days.
Let the ha, woman driver comments beging in 5,4,3,2...