Car

Neither of these is my car.  When I took this, my car was behind me, abandoned at the side of the road with no apparent connection between the (brand new) alternator and the (brand new) battery.  So a man came and popped it on his truck and I followed him to our garage in Mr B's not-quite-as-broken car (dodgy differential, or something).

I earned so many brownie points from Mr B for sorting all that out before he was awake, that I think I probably spent the rest of the day sitting down.

Later, Mr B collected Andy from the airport, and more catching up and chat ensued.  Much fun.