False Hope

With daylight on our side, the first job this morning is to go and investigate my punctured tyre. Whilst the car is very good at telling it has a puncture, it doesn't tell you which tyre is flat so we go around each tyre testing the pressures to see if there is an obvious difference with any of them.

So imagine our surprise when we find out that the tyres are all fully pressurized, in fact the rear ones are over inflated. Since the puncture warning system works on the basis that a tyre is considered flat if the tyre rotates at at a different speed than the others, we correct the pressures of the rear tyres and take the car for a spin. No warnings or nothing, so its looking promising!

We nip to homebase to pick up some paint for the ceiling, nothing spectacular on the colour front, just white. But what is rather cool about the paint is that it's magic! I'm sure anyone who has tried to paint celings or walls white over white realises that there is some considerable difficulty telling where you've painted and where you havent. So Dulux have come up with the idea of this paint which goes on pink and dries to white, making it much easier to see where you've been with the paint brush.

A quick pit stop at home to unload the car, when I notice that in fact the car really does have a puncture, there is a screw sticking into one of the rear wheels - not good really, but because the pressure has not gone down at all there is a chance that we can get the tyre repaired rather than have to get a brand new one. So my job tomorrow is to find out if there is anyone that will repair a run flat... I'm hoping the answer is yes.

A trip to the supermarket is definately in order since we have no food in the house, well there is food, but I can only liken that to that what you'd get in the 1940's when everyone was on rations... ie. lots of tinned stuff but nothing substantial.

With the shopping done, Phil then watches the Grand Prix while I catch up on my blog entries, which to say the least have been somewhat sparse during my epic and somewhat manic week. It's annoying when I fall behind on my blog, so to clear the back log was nothing but a relief to say the least.

We then set about watching Flight of the Phoenix, a film about a plane which gets blown out of the sky by a freak sandstorm and the occupants quest to rebuild a new plane from the remenants of the old one, whilst fighting of hostile natives.

It's not a bad film, but nothing in comparision when you have seen Alive.

Posted by Abi on the July 10, 2005 9:43 PM

sjon at July 12, 2005 7:11 AM