Today I am off to Bristol for the weekend to visit Dad. Take-off will be later than usual as the car needs two new back tyres fitted. They are still legal but it was an advisory on the MOT a couple of weeks ago to get them replaced so I would prefer to do it before the journey rather than after. After a week of reminders, Keith ordered the tyres on Monday (It's a man thing, you know, anything to do with the car, involves face to face conversations - no relying on the phone; that would be too easy!). They were promised for yesterday and, guess what, they hadn't arrived, hence the need for the job to be done this morning instead.
"They obviously forgot to order them," Keith said, after ringing the garage yesterday.
"Of course," I said, "I don't know why you use that garage. I've never been impressed with them."
"I think I'd better take the car in," said Keith hurriedly. Obviously doesn't want me to upset them...
Anyway, I'm hoping that the tyres will come with go-faster stripes so I'll get to where I'm going with no hold-ups. Yes, I know, unlikely!