On Monday, Carlie phoned to say she had a flat tyre and asked if I could I come out to change it. She was only about a mile from home. It’s was a hot day and I’d been cutting the grass, so was already sweaty and was wearing old jeans, a white t-shirt and rigger boots. It was a rare opportunity to feel like a proper man. Like the chap in the Diet Coke advert, rather than someone who spends most days in front of an Excel spreadsheet.
I changed the tyre quickly enough and Carlie said I looked sexy.