The weekend started so well: I got to prowl around an armoury collection in Hampshire with the two youngest Ports – playing with anti-aircraft guns, field guns and browsing around all sorts of engaging military machinery from the 1800s to the present day.
On the way back, I exchanged £30 for four original Dunlop D1 alloy wheels for our Mini: another midday-ending ebay bargain. While handing over the cash, I inspected the three Minis on the seller's driveway before being introduced to another three stashed in his 33ft long garage – all taxed, tested and used regularly. He made sure to tell me about the one his wife was driving around in as well, bringing the total up to seven classic Minis. Brilliant.
Sunday morning came, and instead of leaving the house at 6.30am, I had a lie-in. Mrs P brought me coffee in bed and all was looking rosy. And then a bloody modern car well and truly buggered things up.