So I moseyed down to the tyre place yesterday afternoon. The bloke looked over my tyres, and just as I’d suspected, told me in no uncertain terms that they were beyond the bounds of roadworthy.

He also puzzled over why there were non-standard (wider than usual) tyres on the car. “Someone in the past must have chosen them.” The thing is, I think it was me. I think I may have chosen Goodyear Eagle GA tyres, for no other reason than that my kids (then toddlers) liked the Goodyear Blimp. And now I think about it, the people in the tyre place back then did seem surprised at the choice. They probably thought I was an automative guru who had done months of research on which tyres would be the best.

I actually know nothing about car maintenance. I just use the car, I don’t know how it works, nor do I want to know.

Anyway, 45 minutes and ARGH hundred dollars later, new tyres had been fitted. Next bit is the car servicing, scheduled for Friday. I’m not looking forward to that.

(The car service guy noted my occasional TV appearances. The tyre guy didn’t. I’m not about to tell them that if I ran the world, their industry would be decimated.)