As is the norm, when the car goes in for its MOT, it gets the beauty treatment. Hubby washes and hoovers it out often during the year, but come MOT day, everything is checked, cleaned and polished.
The windows are clear of Maggie’s ‘nose art’ and we have done our best to get rid of the dog hairs on the back seat. We invested in proper covers when we first got the car, but they didn’t actually last very long, so in more recent years we’ve used two picnic blankets so that the seat belts are easily accessed, plus a cushion for Maggie that she can snuggle into it whilst travelling.
All those have been removed, and the car hoovered within an inch of its life.
All lights have been checked to be working, the washer bottles are full back and front, windscreen wipers are OK, and everything that should be is all present and correct.
Tyres are OK, as is the pressure, which I’m confident to check myself as we have a gizmo that plugs into the cigarette lighter and it’s
idiot Di proof to use.
Last time it was recommended we have the front brake shoes replaced within the next 5000 miles, so the receipt for that is enclosed in the service book as we did it straight away, and we also had new tyres all the way round as one was beginning to wear.