If it weren’t for Blossom, dearie, loitering on the nest all day, I wouldn’t have a flat tire. She seems to have gone broody, in an off-hand sort of way, and spends so much time dozing on the nest that I’m not getting any eggs. The two hens had struck a deal whereby they each laid an egg on alternate days, so I was at least getting one egg a day. Well Blossom has dropped the ball, so to speak. I had a huge egg from Dolly yesterday–76gr–but nothing today. So that was my only egg.
“But what’s that got to do with a flat tire?” I hear you ask. Well, it’s like this: I had some swiss roll and some lovely strawberries that needed to be used up. That’s the start of a trifle, of course, so I thought I would make one for dinner tonight. When I got ready to make the custard, there was only one egg in the fridge. So, out I went to fetch today’s egg. Nothing. Nada. Nil. I had no choice but to go out to the shop to get some eggs. The same shop I had just come from a half hour earlier. Nevermind.
As I was turning out of my driveway I slammed into the culvert at the driveway entrance.
I’ve done that maybe 4 times in the 14+ years I’ve lived here (no fair deducting the months I’ve been away!) and this is only the second time I’ve buggered a tire. And if it weren’t for Blossom, dearie, I woudn’t have had to bugger this one! It’s all her fault!
And believe me, it’s no trifling matter. MM