Shortly after I bought a new bike one summer (maybe 2010), Michelle and I went for a bike ride to see where Nanny Stott used to live. Before we had got there, I was steaming ahead along a country road with Michelle far behind when I got a puncture - I had no repair kit - so I had to call Pat to come and get me. I think he laughed and thought I was a right wally but nonetheless picked me up in Michelle’s car (which I actually think he quite liked driving). Michelle was so frustrated by my stupidity that I’d not got anything to repair the tyre with, that it wasn’t going to ruin her trip and she decided to finish the bike ride without me. Michelle came back later, still distressed that had spoilt our excursion, to find me and Pat enjoying ourselves in the garden, eating magnum ice creams in the sun. Whilst I’d annoyed Michelle, I’d had a great afternoon with Pat!