The car passed its MOT but we were both a little traumatized by the experience. MOTs are a sort of drive through experience and there’s three lanes of vehicles that get tested. Our testing man was very thorough. Much more than in the past. He kept shouting something that sounded like ‘die, die’, which was confusing and it was only at the end that we realized he might have been saying to ‘kill’ the gears. The car is leaking fuel too, which they all had a good sniff at, but obviously not enough to worry them. They test the brakes and that’s quite traumatising. Well it was for me as the testing man replaced Ian for that part of the test and the car’s on a sort of treadmill and he puts on the brakes to see how much pressure the brakes can take or something – but it did result in lots of bumping around. But happily that’s it for another year.
It’s quite an efficient system – albeit a tad stressful. You go to an office with your paperwork, then get into a designated lane – and then drive through the tests, and at the last stop they either give you your window display thing for the next year or fail you. If you fail you have five days to put it right before you go back to be retested.
You can also go without an appointment and just join a queue, however looking at the queue when we went, that’s not a preferred option. The end of the queue must have been a four or five hour wait.
We had another go at clipping Pixies claws. Goodness me, what a fuss. We had her wrapped in a blanket and she was making such a noise! We managed to get the worst ones, but anyone would think we were torturing her. But at least we won’t have to take her to the vet to get them trimmed!
