I can feel the tension mounting.
Constant state of anxiety.
Nails chewed to the bone.
Yes it's that time of year again. My faithful, trusty old car goes for its M.O.T. on Monday. Thirteen years young it is and still going strong. Last year it scraped through the emissions test by the skin of its tyres, so it's fingers crossed all around please or I may well be riding Shanks's Pony pretty soon.