Yesterday, on the way out to our Church café for lunch, I discovered that my car had a flat tyre.  Dammit.  So I asked OH if he could change it for me as, although I could possibly eventually achieve this with much reading of the manual plus lots of huffing and puffing, I really didn’t want to and OH loves this kind of thing.

But OH found that one of the nuts on the wheel was different to the rest – a more domed top – and, despite looking everywhere (and I mean everywhere all over the car searching to the extent I even found two storage lockers I never knew about with my Mother’s glasses, a spare pair of tights and a box with inflating the wheel things!) – we couldn’t find the socket end bit that would unscrew this different nut.  All the rest undid fine with the kit supplied.

We phoned a friend who has the identical car.  He offered to come over but in the meantime to try different socket sets on the nut.

So OH went off to his shed to find some more socket sets with different ends.

He was a while…..

And I laughed (inwardly) when I noticed this.

OH was being “stalked”….

Said in your best David Attenborough voice “see how the white panther cat waits silently behind the dry-stone wall, careful not to draw any attention to himself, while he stalks his prey”.

OH found the magic wheel nut remover, got the wheel off and changed the tyre, and “White Panther” stalked his prey back to the kitchen for tea!

Job done.