There I was, pootling along in my Fiat, when the clutch stopped working.

Yep.

Anyone which has ever been in the position will know the “fun” that ensures a car breakdown. “Fun”, being the ten trillion calls you have to make to garages to find one that can take you in asap. Oh, and then there’s the initial quote they give you…

So, there I was, stood on the side of the road and very seriously wondering if I really could be bothered to even get the car towed. You do not even want to know what I was quoted. And good luck thinking you’ll see your car this side of the next blue moon for that price.

Anyway, so after Ben came out and told me, in the nicest possible way, to just book it in, we then waited another 90-odd minutes for the tow truck to arrive.

Tow truck arrived, and I guess I finally got to answer the question none of us ever have ever asked, “what does my car look like on the back of a tow truck?”

Well now I know.

So, that was how my Tuesday started. Yours?

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