I was driving down Rue de la Porcelaine in Nyon a few weeks ago, heading off towards the lake road when suddenly I heard a loud noise, the car swerved slightly and things didn't feel right, so I guessed that I probably had a wheel puncture. Slowly and surely, I drove into the Rive car park, parked up, got outside the car, took a look and my suspicions were confirmed. So of course, the next thing I did was to call TCS.
I say "of course" because it seemed the most obvious step to take. However, when I told some of my female friends, they were horrified. "What? they cried, you didn't try to change the wheel yourself, this is 2012, not 1950!" My reply was this. "Listen, it was cold, it was windy (the blooming Bise again) and it was wet. Furthermore I have been paying my membership fees...