'I thought I should warn you,' Husband said, 'in case you get a puncture and start looking for the spare to change it.'
'Husband, how many years have we been married and how many tyres have I changed in that time?'
Feminists, look away now.
If I get a puncture I stand by the car looking pathetic until a big strong man comes along. I mean, honestly. Husband has seen the screws falling out of the stool I put together; does he seriously expect me to drive on a tyre I've fitted?