Had to get up at the crack of dawn today.
The car was booked in for its two-yearly test at twelve.
Why people work at that ungodly hour of the morning is beyond me.
Arrived at the test centre and found two huge lanes of cars waiting to be tested. It was nearly as bad as queuing for the car ferry.
I was waved into the third lane and got my yoke tested ahead of everyone else. At least they got that right.
Naturally the car passed. Wouldn’t expect anything else. Spanner may be a scruffy bollix but he’s a damn good mechanic.
At least that’s over for another two years. Until I looked at the certificate, that is.
Next Monday is the car’s tenth birthday. I’d trade it in but I would never get its true value. Ten years old and 21,907 on the clock? Heh! But apparently as reward for keeping it on the road that long I now have to get it tested every fucking year from now on.