One Car Went to a Dealership Spa, the Other to a Garage Grotto

Guess Which One Needed Therapy After?”

Ah yes the annual joy that is the MOT. That magical time of year when you’re forced to hand over your beloved vehicle, your pride, your joy, your midlife crisis on wheels, to a complete stranger, who may or may not treat it like a dodgem car on a Red Bull high.

And honestly, nothing fills me with more dread than seeing my car disappear behind those works…