Yesterday morning, having finally made it down stairs after collapsing back onto the bed for a long round of hugs despite already being fully dressed and my hair being done, I stumbled out the front door to be greeted by the sight of the my back left tyre looking as flat as a pancake.
Sighing, I threw my things on the table and hurried back up the stairs to relate my tale of woe to James. He suggested I get a taxi, to which I reluctantly agreed before climbing back onto the bed, declaring that there was no point in getting a taxi at this time as the traffic would be awful. I also fixed James with a pair of sorrowful puppy eyes until he caved and said he’d drive me in himself.
Mission accomplished I bounded back downstairs to eat breakfast and apply make-up, both tasks that normally get completed in work, while he showered and woke up to the world. Then I got driven to work by my oh so tolerant boyfriend who knew exactly how to avoid the mile long tailback on the road I usually take and who didn’t seem to mind the disruption to his morning routine. I knew there was a reason why I love him. That and I'm going to pick up his dry cleaning today as part of the payback!
The tyre will got changed in the afternoon. I’m really not capable of such things first thing in the morning!
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