Living on a fairly main road does have it's handicaps, but also it's advantages I suppose.

A young man from Bulgaria suffered a puncture in the rear wheel of his Honda scooter outside my house. Of course it was my front door that he knocked on to ask if he could park his scooter in my drive until the following day when he hoped to find someone to give him a lift in a van to come and collect it.

I willingly agreed and even gave him a lift to work at the Watsons Dairy processing depot just 4 miles away so that he would not be too late.

Upon arriving back at home I stood and surveyed the scooter with it's flat back tyre. Out came my foot pump and I started pumping away, but to no avail, the air was rushing out almost as fast as I put it in. A 30 year old Finelec puncture repair airosole lay in my garage somewhere but when I emptied that into the tyre via the valve I was only left with a large pool of white sludge on my patio. There was no other way, I would have to try my equally old BMW repair kit. 5 mins later the rather large hole was plugged and what surprised me even more was air tight.

A phone call to the delighted owner at work completed my good deed for the day and the young man arrived a couple of hours later during his lunch break to collect his machine. He could not stop thanking me enough shaking me by the hand vigorously and explaing in his broken English how grateful he was.

The next morning two bottles of milk arrived on my doorstep, the following day six freshly caught sea bass were delivered followed that evening by two more bottles of milk. What a very pleasant young man he was and that sea bass fried in the pan was gorgeous I can tell you.