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I’ve had a slow puncture for a while and got fed up of stopping in lay-bys and car parks to re-inflate the offending tyre.

Turned out that there was a tiny nail in there, so bought two new tyres. George stayed in the car whilst they did it, which he found fascinating :-)

The garage didn’t display a wet paint sign, so guess who accidentally leant against a door frame? They knocked off some money so that I can buy a new jumper. Should have said it was cashmere! :-)