The other day I once again came across a recently killed wallaby near here. I pulled up and went to check her. She had a big pouch but it was empty - hopefully the joey had been big enough to hop away and care for itself. I walked around a bit, looking to see if there was any sign of the joey. A concerned motorist pulled up to see if I wanted any assistance, and looked at me strangely when I explained I was checking for a joey.
I jumped into my car, embarrassed, and made a smart take-off. Um, well, it would have been a smart take-off if I had released the hand-brake. To my humiliation I instead produced clouds of smoke from my tyres...
Now, when I drive along my merry way, the car makes interesting plonking noises - the result, I guess, of tyres flat on one side. Tomorrow I find out exactly what my ill-fated stop achieved as I have made an appointment at the tyre shop. Why do I have the feeling it is going to be expensive...?
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