Punc(ture) drunk

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You may be forgiven for thinking you've read this entry - you haven't. The other one was in the car and he got a puncture - from one of the new tyres bought after we got the last puncture. That makes two punctures. In about three weeks. As we seem to going through spares with startling regularity, making a journey without one is a bit risky and understandably, we're rather reluctant to go anywhere. Defeating somewhat the point of having a car.

So now I just go to places in my head. Like London. With its red and bendy buses and trains that go underground.

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