If only...

The headlights on my car shone as brightly as the dials on the dashboard, I'd be a happy woman. Instead, I have the options of extreme main beam, or teeny tiny sidelight.

After half an hour in the rain of creative swearing, frustrated sighing, and - at one point - a provoked thump to the passenger side, which at least made the other side-light come on, I have come to the conclusion that:
a) my new car hates me, and is precious about the rain, and
b) I will endure another trip to Kwik fit tomorrow.