Redux, various

 

 I WANT MY WOLFGANG.  WAAAAAAH.

            The good news is that Peter got out of Scotland about thirty seconds before they closed the border.*  He came home this afternoon and instantly began reorganising my life.**  This included ringing up the garage which, to my amazement, seems to think we can have Wolfgang back tomorrow morning.  Fourteen year old cars and MOT tests are not usually a happy merger and I've been bracing myself for the conversation about the new car again.***  Even if we ...