I think it's fair to say that not a lot actually happens in this story, in which Peter Grant attempts to fix a car that won't start and ends up helping a little old lady get home. That's not to say that it isn't a pleasant read, because it is - it's just the sort of pleasant read where everyone's trying to do the right thing, even if they're going about it in the wrong way, and it all ends up alright regardless. Or at least as alright can be when a brain tumour is involved.

I quite like stories like this, that are very low drama. And quite by coincidence, I have the Alan Sillitoe collection, which I have never read, on loan from the library at the moment. It's sitting on top of a bookshelf, waiting for me to finish this similarly-titled story and get on to reading it for a change. Maybe in a bit.