Changing the car wheels

As it is Spring, at the weekend we decided it was time to change the wheels on the car. Doug does this (it is a man's job you know - said with a wry smile, as I say it to annoy my mum who occasionally said this despite thinking women can do ANYTHING - but she is not here to read it *looks sad*) but this time I asked him to show me how. I know in theory of course, but don't know the details for this car. I hope never to have to do it on the motorway in the middle of the night but as I do quite a long drive twice a week it is always a possibility - and there may not be a man about!

He learnt everything he knows about changing a wheel from when we were in Argentina. We were staying in Mendoza for a wedding and drove up in to the Andes for a day. We had a puncture on the way and some very kind local helped change the wheel. We felt a bit scared going off into the wilderness without a spare wheel, but did it anyway!