Cleaning up after the storm, I concluded the wheelbarrow could do with some air in its tyre. I flung it in the back of the station wagon and took it down to the service station. I attached the air tube and pressed the button – air flowing but no gauge reading – so I adjusted the fitting and pressed and held. BANG!!! One shredded tyre, a buckled wheel, and a profusely bleeding wound on my right hand (I’m practising writing with the sinister hand – opposite to the dextrous which is temporarily not dextrous). The stitches come out next week. So be careful when you check your wheelbarrow tyres!
Wondering Pilgrim 