I have a car which has excess play in its lower ball joints, and which is overdue for its MOT. It needs new ball joints before it gets an MOT, and it needs an MOT before it gets a tax disk. It needs a tax disk.
The filling has just squirted out of the far side of my sandwich and dribbled down my t-shirt.
The recent series of Doctor Who has finished.
However, I have some stuff to take. I have a booking at the local car workshop. I have further t-shirts. I've got some Doctor Who from the mid-seventies to watch. So it's not all bad.