Gate Crashing.

Straight after breakfast, J went out the garage, to fit the rear tyre to the B.S.A. motorbike. He got the old tyre off fairly  quickly, but then hit  a snag. He thought he had a spare inner tube, but it wasn't the right one. He phoned, talk a glass  eye to sleep Peter, but he wasn't answering his phone. While he was waiting, he decided to do a few other maintenance   jobs. About an hour later, he went around Peter's house, and he was in, but didn't have the right size that J wanted, so he had to go and buy a new one.  When he got back, all went well, and the job is now finished.  The jobs that I have done, are too boring to mention. After having lunch,and a shower, we went out  for a drive down to Ogmore-by-sea. Although the weather has been dull, it is much warmer, thank goodness.