Passed.

Took the car for its annual MOT test, always a worrying time, even though you pretty much know that everything is going to be ok.
Train home then a call later on to say it had passed and whether we'd like to come back and get it. Train back and rescued the car from those wicked people (who did a great job), pawing over her. 
A visit to the supermarket on the way home, the better half did the shop and didn't get any fig rolls, Granny Smith's or chocolate, am going to starve !