I pulled the little red sports car out of the
garage this morning, and what do you think I found? A nearly flat tyre. Nearly
all of Nigel’s vehicles have a nearly flat tyre. One of them even had a
completely flat tyre. Having a tyre that is flat or nearly flat is what makes
Nigel’s vehicles distinctive.
‘Oh look,’ you might remark, ‘that car over there
has a nearly flat tyre.’
‘Probably one of Nigel’s,’ I would reply. ‘It’s
how people can spot them easily if they get lost.’
I decided it had enough air to get me to
Ashbourne, and I topped it up when I got there. Now I’m just hoping it retains
sufficient of a profile to make the thirty mile trip home tomorrow. The trip
home is a little more taxing than the trip to Ashbourne.
So what, you might ask, was the problem with Mr
Renault’s windscreen wipers? Rodent damage. Some mouse, or mice, or other
little furry, squeaky thing(s) had been making merry with the cables and the
fuse box. How does one guard against such delinquent behaviour in a country
area where little furry, squeaky things are extremely common, in spite of the
proliferation of cats, owls and kestrels? I really don’t know.
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