This morning I had a close encounter of the third (party) kind, and the countryman is unlikely to drive again. C'est la mort.
We will probably end up doing a car swap, with Chris getting something new, comfy and quieter, me getting the rattly, slightly harsh riding car that I don't think she ever really enjoyed driving very much. It's an ill wind, as they say.
I'm OK, a little achey but no harm done except to confidence and shortly the bank balance.