I wrote this post a year ago and to be honest, I think I’m probably still recovering from the intense manual labour situation I found myself in…
So today, at the ripe old age of 40, I undertook what can only be described as manual labour and learnt how to check the pressure of my car tyres. Trust me, I am just as shocked as you are.
Why yes, I did take a photo of the Air Pressure Machine…shouldn’t all of life’s milestones be documented?
Long, boring story, but my tyre pressure light thingy was beeping at me furiously and I had no clue what to do about it. So I rang Scott, he told me what to do and before I knew it, I was crouching down in front of the tyres, attaching a teeny tiny pump to the world’s smallest valve and checking that the little machine beeped when it reached 32. I know. At this rate I’ll be doing oil changes and re-building engines by Christmas!
Of course the downside to all this DIY Manual Labour business is the mess. Just look at the state of my thumb. I mean, really. Have you ever seen such filth? And I had to drive home looking like that because despite an extensive search around the tyre checking area, there wasn’t a moisturising hand wash or scrub to be found!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and fill out my log book and check the diff.
Which of course is code for make myself a coffee and do a bit of online shopping. What are you up to?
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