Arrived home very late after a long and tiresome drive, pouring rain the last fifty miles. Took a few things out of the van and ran indoors still unable to avoid getting soaked. I could hear the wife putting the kettle on and I was already dreaming of a hot shower and bed. My thoughts were shattered by a loud knock at the door, see who that is at this hour came the shout from the kitchen, I opened the door to see a dishevelled beer smelling individual facing me. “I need a push” he uttered, I said “go and get someone else to help you, I have just driven a long distance and I’m tired and wet” and then I shut the door. “Who was that” inquired wife who wasn’t happy when I told her what I had done “Remember the time we got stuck in that lane? We were glad of some help” On again with the coat and outside with a torch “are you still here” I shouted into the dark “ yes” came the reply “I’m over here on the swing”
