Well, this is great.
Guess what Internet? We've blown a tyre. Oh joy. No idea why. We must have run over a nail or something. And because we're absolute geniuses, we don't have a spare!
I'm lazy and don't want to leave Megan, (who is no longer laughing by the way. She's just giggling like a schoolgirl now) so I'm waiting in the caravan while Brian's walking back to the Shell servo we passed a few minutes ago to try and find a replacement.
Aaaaaand because it's coming back into summer it's bloody boiling in here.