hurry, hurry, stop

Active day, enjoyed helping with music at KCC, home for food and some car-washing, wherein this screw was discovered in a rear-wheel. Not flat (it seems run flats do as they say they will).

Opted to forget about the screw and go for a walk with the weeWeir instead (only remembering about the screw 15 hours later, getting it sorted at *reasonable* price by a combination of Tyre-Shopper and National Tyres, which was nice).

A quiet evening ensued with a little West Wing.

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Yesterday, I watched Super8. The thriller part isn't normally my scene, but the story of the young people and the small town sucked me in. This probably helped.