i couldn't quite figure out why the car was so slow at reacting. it had started the previous evening, on my way back from town and as i left home yesterday, i had the same feeling of unease. then i thought i heard metal. i reversed back to my building and took a look around the car and there it was, my first flat tyre.
i was due in town about 30 mns later so the easiest would have been to leave the car and take the bus. but then my sister wouldn't have wheels for the evening out later on, as i wasn't going to change a tyre in the dark, so it was kind of a now or never thing. i texted my friend that i'd be half an hour late and started changing the tyre. i've done this loads of times but being pressed for time and not being on the best of surfaces - a mix of cobbles and grass, into which the jack was sinking - made it take a lot more time than usually necessary. at the end of which my jeans were stained and my nice city shoes ruined - i hadn't bothered changing, which i should have, really, seen as i couldn't meet my friend looking like that so ended up changing anyway. or, as my friend pointed out, we could have rescheduled for another day. or he could have come to me. didn't even cross my mind.