Puncture

My plans to drive back to Salford this afternoon were punctured by a puncture on the Juke discovered last night and although the offending nail was embedded tightly enough to enable re-inflation long enough to get to the repair shop today, sufficient damage had been done to the tyre to require a new one, which had to be procured and would be delivered by late afternoon; however they slapped on the “space saver” spare wheel (so that was £240 well spent last year) and sent me on my way, so at least I was able to get on with some belated Christmas preparations (as the big day approaches faster than my currently woolly head can cope with) before returning to change wheels in a time that would not shame Louis Hamilton and get on my way down South.