It’s been a ten hour drive so far. Molly’s been amazing and the traffic down the M6 / M5 from Fife has been reasonable. We are 15 minutes away from our destination when - BOOM - our car dies - it literally stops, grinds to a halt at the exit to a major roundabout. With the last few inches of momentum I manage to swerve the car onto the verge out of the way of hurtling lorries and push the hazard lights on. Molly chooses this moment to go for a poo.