Punk (o_v_e_r) Ture 101.4

I punctured my rear tyre this morning on the way to work. Felt a bit pistoff 'cause it made me late - my boss asked if I had enough "flexi" to cover my lateness...yep, another boss with a fixation for time keeping. I thought I should point out that I didn't want a puncture, I just sort of inherited one from someone else and their glass breaking/littering habits (cue secondary location for installation of mini cranes and grand pianos).

Anyway, I just left it. She wouldn't have understood. She's a boss with a time fixation.

So, I left my veloceped with a cycle technician from a purveyor of pedal cycles in the town near to which I work. He said it'll cost a tenner. I smiled, left him my bike, telephone number and inner lining of my stomach over his shoes.

Hopefully my trusty steed'll be ok when I go to pick it up in half an hour. But now I'm concerned that I might be entering a period of my life when all those punctures I've avoided are on their way to come and get me. I just told a fib. I'm not concerned at all because this is my second puncture in six years! Maybe I'm due some flat tyre action? Maybe I'm ready for it? Maybe it's time. Hmmmmmmmmm...