Yup. I almost turned some work away this morning because of my *ahem* "delicateness" (damn hangover). My better nature (damn that, too) got the better of me and I reluctantly drove one of our pool cars down to Kwik Fit for a replacement tyre. I was all for just swapping it with the spare and deal with it later, but it needed to be replaced. After all a tyre's not much use if it's got a six-inch nail stuck in it.

I can honestly say that I will never buy a Vauxhall Astra. Particularly not the diesel estate version. Meh! Horrid, horrid thing XX(