I am pretty sure I just got baited. By Tim.

The story goes a little like this. We’d just left the Chiropractor’s, where we had met. Me in the car and Tim on his bike.

I’d noticed as I left home that the rear tyre was getting a little flat and on our way out I mentioned it to Tim. Who tell’s me he’d noticed that in the morning.

So he casually tells me that he’ll do it later that day. And I casually mention that that is fine, as long as he DOES it.

Then, I make the mistake of saying “Should I go and do it now?”

Well! Tim says, it’s really hard. It’s really fiddly so you really should let me do it. But if you like, you can try. But it’s really hard you know.

So I tell him, I think I’ve just been baited. I’ve just been given the “you’re a girl and this really is a man’s job” so that I will in fact….go and do it, just to prove to him that anything he can do I can do better.

I did the tyre’s and when I got home later than expected Tim seemed really shocked that I had done it. Because, after all…he would have done it.