Life Without Toast - Sibling Rivalry

This morning I was late-ish leaving for work, I ran out to the car, jumped in and pulled out the driveway, only to be pulled into the bus lane by my baby car, "fuck" says I, so I pulled into the side road just beside my house, jumped back out of baby car, and saw to my horror what can only be decribed as a flatter than flat tyre." FUUUUUUUCK" says I again rather loudly, some boys from St. Michaels College walked past and sort of sniggered at me, "hate that" one of them said under his breath. Yes I did, I did hate that.

I pulled the jack, the lock nut, the spare wheel and the socket spanner out of the boot and got to work. I was freaking, mainly because I didnt want to get dirty, I was wearing all brand new clothes, and a skirt and tights was part of my attire, not really the best wardrobe choice to be crawling about on a dirty pathway, "aha" I thought, "I have an idea" so I got the spare wheel and used that as a seat so I did not have to sit on the dirty ground or kneel thus ripping the aforementioned tights (M & S = ?9 for tights - oh oh).

I would say about 100 cars passed me without one person even asking was I ok. I mean I knew what I was doing, Daddy Verso showed me how to change a wheel long ago, but still, I was a damsel in distress and people are supposed to stop and rescue me no? People can be real assholes sometimes. Anyway, I was half way through when a lovely lad with a northern accent came along and finished the job for me. So I want to say a big massive THANK YOU to you mister northen lad who got his hands dirty for me, he was going to the Chinese Embassy to get his Visa, he was my knight in shining armour today and I will be forever greatful.

So I jumped into the car and started thinking of the last time I had a flat tyre, I was again on my way to work, but I had seen the tyre was flat before I had gotten out the driveway which was fairly handy. I called my friend Peter who lived nearby and also worked with me to see if he had left yet and if so could he swing by my place and collect me. He came down in his car, took off my flat, put on the spare and we drove in a mini convoy to work, he then took my flat tyre to the tyre place around the corner to be fixed, brought it back and put it back in its place, he was my knight in shining armour that day.

Peter died two weeks ago, we used to mind each other a lot, I would Mammy him and he would talk to me about cars. We used to make up soap operas in work because we were bored, in these soap operas we were married and then divorced, I suppose it was one of those had to be there at the time things, I made him a Valentines Card and sent it anonomously, from his secret admirer, it was the "I Choo Choo Choose You" one from the Simpsons, it was so funny when he found out it was from me, because I think he thought I was for real, which of course I was not, I thought about all of the things we did together, we laughed, we had screaming matches, we talked about cars, we drove his car very fast (mine does not go very fast, his did, as in VERY!!), he taught me about boy racer terminology, I taught him how to get red wine stains out of clothes, he made me tea every day, and I cried all the way into work because you really dont know what you have got till its gone. I miss my Peter Pamphlet and I can never have him back.