Honesty
Shirley spotted a nail in one of our beautiful new car's front tyres. I didn't want to yank it out myself in case that caused instant deflation. Instead, I immediately booked Butch into the Halfords Autocentre on Savile Street over in the Don Valley. Having battled through unexpected traffic, I arrived at Halfords bang on time. The fellow on the front desk asked me to return within an hour and hopefully the problem would have been sorted out by then. So off I went for a mosey around the massive Tesco Extra store just down the road. I also had a cup of coffee in their cafe as I read the first few pages of the novel I bought from a charity shop to see me through the rest of February: "The Dirt Road" by James Kelman. When I returned to the autocentre, the same young man on the reception desk told me that my appointment had been cancelled and I would be getting my pre-payment back. I was puzzled but then he explained that it had been a very short nail and it had not ...