New Year traffic.
DRIVING through the New Year traffic last week I developed a flat tyre. Grinding my wretched car into a garage I discovered the air pump wasn't working. Do they ever?
"No," admitted the complete stranger - male, obviously - who expertly whisked off the wheel, drove the tyre to another garage miles up the road, pumped it up and returned, 20 minutes later, to spend another half-hour putting it back on.
Poor sod, he'd only popped in for petrol. Meanwhile, standing around like the total blonde I am, I offered him a bottle of champagne and cash, which he refused.
I've no idea who this knight of the road was, but he's restored my faith in mankind. Thanks, mate.
Just one more favour... you don't remember where you put the wheel lock, do you?