A few visits today to those wonderful boys at Nailsworth MOT. It all started when the car brakes were making a funny noise like nails being scraped down a blackboard … but no matter, we are a two car family and so the Bongo was brought into play. It started, miraculously as it hasn’t had a spin out for a while, but when I parked up, the key wouldn’t come out of the ignition and I figured that leaving it in the supermarket car-park, unlocked, with the keys in the ignition was probably not a wise move. So back to the garage again … I think the Roadstone spelling of “tyre” as “tire” is most apposite.