How I hate it – the annual struggle with the Tax Return as the January deadline looms. In my pre-PAYE days, it was particularly terrifying. But now it’s just the scattered fragments that remain after PAYE has done its worst. I also think nostalgically of the distant past – a time when I could have a shiny car and depreciate it by 25% every year. Now the sensible thing is to run a car which suffers no depreciation at all. Roll forward, faithful Passat, whose value ebbs and flows by the phases of the moon, the state of world commodity prices and the time left until its next MOT. Pretty much like myself, really.