I pulled over pretty quickly, luckily stopping under a bridge.
My rear passenger-side tyre was completely flat: bugger!
So I emptied the boot of assorted crap onto the back seat and changed the wheel for a skinny spare.
This is definitely not what I want to be doing in my state.
I got to work half an hour(ish) late, full of apologies and in a fair amount of pain.
I spent a very uncomfortable night at work, I didn't feel like driving again so soon.
That's the thing with us Civil Servants, dedication beyond the call of sanity!
Mind you I'd had a fairly large swig of OraMorph when I got my car parked. (by the way that's oral Morphine for the uninitiated) and that's when I started to think my car's trying to kill me (does Morphine cause paranoia?)
When I got home this morning I looked at the wheel I'd taken off - there was a hole in the sidewall that I could fit two fingers in. I must have hit a large lump of something sharp on the road.
I'm just glad it wasn't a front wheel, that would have been interesting in that rain!
I slept like the dead and decided not to go to work the second night tonight, I'd already warned my shifties that that was on the cards.
