Actually, the miracle is that I made it to the airport in time. I had left it a little late to leave and then remembered I needed to go by the hole in the wall. When I heard one of the tyres burst I could already see myself missing the flight. However, thanks to my insurance company, prompt help was at hand and I was able to board the plane, make it to my home town, and drag my weary body round the gruelling 21 kilometre course the following day. This was the fifth time I had attempted such a feat but it may have been my last. I am exhausted!