But about twenty minutes later the garage phoned. There was no puncture. The tyre had just come away from the wheel rim, had now been re-inflated and was absolutely fine. I dried my tears and walked back to the garage, blinking in the sunshine. I smiled at the cherry blossom, vivid pink against the blue sky and wondered how I could possibly have missed it earlier.
Sometimes, I realised, our mood and well-being makes us more receptive to the loveliness around us than at other times.
Here's hoping this is the start of a cherry blossom week for all of us.