Last month, while I was out of the country my girlfriend, a shy kindly easily intimidated lady
(who wouldn't say boo to a goose but would give her last penny to help somebody in need)
had a flat tyre in her old but reliable Toyota Yaris.
A work collegue fitted the space saver wheel and unfortunately told her she must go directly to the nearest tyre place (rather than her usual trusted garage) and have it fixed
.She took the car K.F. Chesterfield branch on Lordsmill street expecting to pay up to £50 for a new tyre if it wasn't repairable.
Without being asked they checked