The ever-deepening money-pit that is my car has struck again. This time, it was rear brake pads. The guy at the service place said they needed to be replaced pronto, before the next service. I happen to think that working brakes are an extremely useful thing to have on a car, so I felt I had to comply.

You won’t hear much from me next week. Well, nothing actually, since I’ll be away camping in the wilderness. Ah, escape from civilisation. With a bit of luck even my mobile phone will be out of signal range.