We got a flat tyre, today, in the Bunnings carpark at Tower Junction.

That's cool... me and Secondborn are independent women of the world, more than capable of changing a tyre, even if SB's back is stuffed and I'm not supposed to lift anything because of the breast cancer surgery...

And nor did we have to. After discovering the jack was missing it's crank handle, we were trying to find the number of the Automobile Association we'd joined the day before (which meant we didn't have our membership cards with us), when a noble knight in shining tats and piercings asked us if we needed help.

We asked if he had a crank handle for the jack.

Not only did he have one, but he changed the tyre in about 5 minutes flat for us.

Thank God for Big Strong Boys

I didn't get his name, but thank-you cute-yet-scary-looking guy.

You are our hero:)