I’d been planning the perfect vacation for months, but then everything went wrong. My rear tyre got a puncture. While I finally replaced the tyre, my mobile’s ring tone told me it was my husband calling.
‘You took a while to answer,’ Sam said. ‘Were you in the garden?’
‘Yes, those weeds are getting out of control.’
‘I rang to say I would be home early. I thought it was a nice day, and we could go for a walk. It’s been ages since we’ve had a full day to ourselves.’
‘That would be lovely. I’ll go to the shops to get some picnic stuff.’
I needed to stay as close to the truth as possible. Otherwise how I would explain the spare tyre. My trip? It would just have to happen another day.
Writer Ravenclaw 