Well despite Tuesday night's fun in the virgin snow I'd still like to get the second pair of M&S tyres fitted to the rear of the Focus and at a pinch I think I could almost do it myself having been briefly shown how to operate a tyre changer. However the Gary's one is a bit different and the bead breaker bit doesn't work properly and I'd no doubt c*ck it up and end up stranded in his storage shed at the top of a hill in the middle of nowhere in the snow without a complete set of tyres on the car. Sadly it's academic trying to do it on my own just now because I've managed to put a hip out which is a wussy way of saying I've probably just strained a hip muscle a bit and it's quite ouchy when I try to walk.
How did I manage to get this terrible afflication? Going arse over tit on the ice? Delivering a stunning karate kick to a trespasser intent on my belongings? Ummm no. Just trying to get my jeans off before bed. I know, I know. It's pathetic. If this is what it's like being 52 god help me when I'm
"Not to fear" you all cry though. I have a Gary to do this sort of manly thing for me so I should care not a jot. I wish! In a stunning display of selfishness, done no doubt purely to get out of helping me with both this and fixing my reverse light he's gone and given himself a full blown hernia complete with bulgy bit sticking out of the groinal area. I could understand that at my age and given I'm a bit of train wreck with the years of smoking, boozing and excess weight in the tummy area but he's only 44, active every day and never smoked.
So no doubt it took something fairly drastic to give a fit young chap a hernia? Hardly the sort of thing he'd get undressing before bed. Lifting a crashed car off a trapped accident victim in a burst of adrenalin maybe? Straining on a stuck bolt without bracing his legs properly first?
Nope. He did it getting up out of his seat after a meal at a restaurant! The words "blouse, girl's and big" spring to mind in no particular order.
So that's the both of us f***ed and my car will have to stay as it is for now. Between us we could probably just about manage to supervise someone who does actually have full use of all his body parts without screeching out in pain but that's about it. Thankfully it's the 21st century and I'm sure we'll both go on to make a full recovery but if this were the stone age I think we'd be obliged to walk off into the wilderness like Captain Oates after leaving a note saying "I'm just going outside and may be some time" so that the tribe could be run by someone young enough and fit enough to take up the alpha male position.
My mid-life crisis is hopefully nearly over. His is clearly just starting. Even I've never managed to injure myself having dinner.
So if anyone ever asks you "how many cripples does it take to change a reverse light bulb on a Ford Focus?" the answer is at least three because the two of us couldn't do it at the moment.