Wifey came home with a dipped beam bulb out last night. I took it to my local indie this morning and licked his arse because I hadn't booked and he does like an early dart on Saturday. Left it with him for a couple of hours. Got a phone call, went up, he'd done both because that's what should be done, £20.
I don't like admitting that I take a car to a garage just for bulbs, but there just isn't any room in there, and I'm well past working by feel on a wet, windy morning, for the sake of twenty quid.