Remind me: Next time I buy a car, I need to check that I can personally change the lightbulbs. Not only do we have to take Polo in to the dealer to have the headlamps changed, but because my hands are larger than a five year-old’s, I had to admit defeat and take Charlie Micra to that most hated of places – Halfords – and ask them to do it for me.

Had it been summer, I might have stuck it out, but at minus Baltic degrees my fingers and I only lasted 25 minutes out of the necessary 50 that the bulb took to change. And now, beneath the light of the eerily bright full moon and amongst the frost, I will go and test this new headlamp.

Roll on 8pm. The holiday hour.

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