What a wonderful, wonderful day
Dan Booker arrived at mine a little after 7am so we consumed coffee and bacon sarnies whilst watching the end of the F1 and left for Santa Pod. Except we didn't. The farm track that leads to my dwelling is rather bumpy. Dan's Jag seemed to have been mortally wounded as we left the track, with his car making some very unpleasant suspension death style noises. As you can imagine what Dan and I know about cars and suspension is not exactly comprehensive so we decided to drive like a couple of skin headed getaway drivers around the local Lidl's carpark. This proven method of testing worked so we glided without further incident to Podington
No sooner had we been relieved of our