Well, as expected the Rover 800 - which remains the best car I have ever owned for a two month period - made a suitably underwhelming sum of £150 at auction.

It may well be broken for its beautifully functioning engine and gearbox, even though it will run for many a year yet. It may even have continued covering 1500 miles every few days, as it has been managing with me recently.

A motor industry expert told me not to be upset, saying that it still made 150 per cent of an official car price guide valuation, but really it should have been stuck on an online auction site.

Anyway, after getting a lift to the centre of London, where I don’t actually live, I then had to get myself a new car in order to get myself back to where I do actually reside.

It was either that or get a train, which I really could not face late on a Wednesday evening or early on a Thursday morning.

Luckily, I had some overnight accommodation organised and I’d laid some automotive groundwork for the following day. This involved a one-way tube journey and a walk of a few miles, but it was worth it. Waiting for me was a….