Bloody Neil Diamond...

...was on night shift last week.

Didnt get home till late on Wed. morning for a sleep.

Got up, ready and out for work as usual when on nights - raining for the first time in about a fortnight.......no bloody cars in the street and surrounding streets. Something on at Hampden and no obvious signs that cars were going to be lifted!

Phoned the work to tell them I'd be late. The second time I called them found out that Neil Diamond was playing at Hampden but unless you were a Dianmond fan, you wouldnt have known. Should have realised it wasnt a Football match when I saw the Flag seller's flogging pink fluff trimmed stetson's. Not the sort of thing the average butch football fan would wear to a match...unless they had a death wish.

Finally found a Policewoman - not only years younger than me but absolutely totty too... and asked her what happened to the cars lifted from my street.

OK, I growled at her.

After waiting in the pissing rain for 5 minutes, was told the car was in Myrtle Park about 1 mile away - OK it felt like it trying to walk to it in the pissing rain and laden with bags for work wearing a long woollen cardigan cos the jacket and raincoat were in the back of the motor - well the sun was splitting the trees when I got home.

Found the car, eventually and the FRONT DRIVER'S SIDE TYRE WAS FLAT.

So, its not just raining, its Thunder and Lightning, the rains belting down, I'm soaked through and I'm kneeling in a puddle - well a torrent running down the gutters because of the volume of rain falling and I'm trying to get a jack under the car to try and lift it to get the spare wheel on.

Except I cant get the wheel nuts off because they are Factory tightened and my elbow's still buggered from the Tennis Elbow that developed last year so I called the RAC. They said it would take over an hour for someone to get to me. He called after 10 minutes and needed diections to get to me because his Sat-nav was broken but he'd get there in an hour.

He took 35 minutes and fixed it in 5 and was a dead nice guy...

... who was appalled at the polis/council guys who lift residents cars because they live within a set distance from Hampden, although it is a safety issue, but they could have had signs up warning us not to park.

At least I wasnt taken to the Polis pound - I think its @ £125 to get out of there but then I wasnt parked illegally. The front tyre had been a bit "soft" but I though it would be OK till I could get to a garage and try to blow it up - didnt realise the bloody thing had a wee nail in it so looks like another tenner at the National tyre palce in Kilmarnock to get it sealed and blown up - Damn, that means I'll have to go to TK MAXX again.
I think the lifting guys had let the air out so I would have to deal with it properly, which meant in turn they wouldnt have to scrape me up from wherever it was I would have lost control of the car - OK, the grammer's shite but you know what I mean.

Was only an hour and a half late for work, couldnt get annual leave hours as only 6 people had turned up when I first phoned in.

Bugger, after the start to the night didnt really feel like working.