Last night I managed to puncture a tyre on a traffic island, while trying to get visibility back in the rear view mirror which a friend had knocked while getting a bag from the back seat. As I called the Automobile Association (I don't like bending any more to get the jack in place), a couple turned up an offered to help and did a brilliant job. (As my friend said, if we were evangelicals, we would have thought they were dispatched by heaven, and were possibly angels.)

But as they worked, I found that my spider and associated steel tube for additional leverage were not in the boot. (I had moved a lot of things out while clearing Dad's place, and thought I had replaced these essential items.)

So, this morning, when I woke up early (about 6.30), I went down into the garage under the house and started a search. I had put them in the big metal cupboard left by the previous owner. I have now listed the contents of the top shelves on the door in permanent marker. I have rationalised some of the arrangement, and managed to unstick a roll of wide duct tape by using white spirit and a saw. Over an hour's work decluttering! What a good way to spend the wedding day! There is one more shelf of odds and ends in the garden pot department, and two of geological specimens, which I will not itemise, on that side of the cupboard, and then the shelves on the other side.

Penny