Tim and I travelled to Dublin for an evening function in the Farm Centre. As we neared Dublin, the dreaded “flat tyre” warning came on. There are run-flat tyres on the car which means that one can continue to drive at a much reduced speed. It would add some time to our return journey. It would merely be an inconvenience. The repairs would be done in Cork the next day - or so we thought! We also had a passenger with us, so we were uneasy.
After the event, we struck for home. Tim was driving and his passengers were dozing. My snoozing was interrupted by a flapping noise. I woke quickly, realising that the run-flat tyre was in trouble. We were just north of the Portlaoise toll plaza.