Transport...

Once more, our preparation stands us in good stead for never getting to do this godforsaken trip. As we collected our Transit this morning, it was unexpectedly hit by a volcanic lava flow. Unfortunately, although still mechanically sound, the damage to the paint work has rendered it no longer commensurate with our aesthetic ideal.

As luck would have it, a colleague of one of us had the enormous fortune of driving his car into the sea over the weekend. As he'd had it well over a month, he wasn't too sad to see it go and has decided that his CLK days are behind him and it's time to progress to something more mature and functional. A Transit then. Cut a long story short and we've got a van again.

Arse.