w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:

"If your memory serves you well
You'll remember you're the one
That called on them to call on him
To get your favours done.
And after every plan had failed
And there was nothing more to tell
You knew that we would meet again -
If your memory serves you well?
This wheel's on fire
Rollin' down the road.
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode."

Julie Driscoll/Brian Auger "This wheel's on fire"
From the album: "Get Auger-nized"

Mrs.D. rang from her one-day conference on salt-mining in Sussex.

"Oh, Dear, I got here Ok, but as I arrived, the run-flat light came on."

(For reasons of space and weight, New Minis don't carry a spare wheel but come equipped with run-flat tyres and a dashboard warning light.)

"I've stopped and checked the manual and I'm Ok to get home and let the local garage look at it."

Good girl.

Later that same day...

Mrs.D. to Garage Man: "It seems I may have a flat tyre. Could you repair it or replace it?"
GM: "Oh dear. If it's a puncture, we'll have to replace it. You mustn't repair run-flats."
Mrs.D. "But you repaired it last time?"
GM: (sheepishly) "Oh dear. We shouldn't have done that. No, it will have to be replaced."
Mrs.D. "Oh. Dear?"
GM: "Yes, dear. About 140 of your best English pounds. Give us ten minutes to look it over."

Two minutes later..

GM: "Mrs.D. when was the last time you put air in your tyres?"
Mrs.D. "Ooooh dear...."
GM: "We won't charge you for the inspection or the air-fills. We all reckon the embarassment of telling Mr.D. will be punishment enough!"

Bad girl.