Flat tire

On my way home yesterday, Stella started driving just as I walk after too many drinks. And even though Stella is driving around with spirits in her tank, something else was wrong. I knew immediately that the tire was flat; I have had this exiting experience before with Alfred. Then, in the rain, my mother picked me up. I ate, returned with a car full of tools and still I did not manage to remove the spare tire. Buuuhhh. I had to bring the flat tire home, and after having removed a huge metal thing, patched it four different places and half a litre of coffee, the tire could be replaced. The only problem is: It is really difficult to fit the tire without removing the spare one first... In the end of the day: Good support from my family, a pleasant cup of coffee with Helen. And at last, I drove Stella to work today.