Well, that was a fucking nightmare!

[hils]

I should learn to trust my gut instincts

Yesterday evening I said to Mum-Ra 'Oh, I must get the breakdown number off you because I really don't want to break down in the middle of nowhere'

Yes, you've guessed it. About 5 miles from my destination I blew a tyre. It freaked me the hell out!

Needless to say I missed the interview. They must be keen to see me though as they asked if I wanted to reschedule for tomorrow. When I said no they said they'd see me in the New Year.

Now I must praise our public funded services. I waved down three cars, all of whom ignored me. Eventually a Royal Mail van stopped and the postie kindly let me use his mobile (I had no signal on mine)

Not long after that a Police van drove past and stopped to check I was ok. Not only did they stay with me until the breakdown van came, they let me sit in their warm car and one of the policemen rang where I was going to tell them what had happened.

Everyone was so kind and it made an awful experience just about bearable.

Now I'm going to head back to York and have a stiff drink!