The key turns in the ignition, spinning through to the starter position. As it reaches its apex, instead of the warm confident grumble of a 2010 corolla taking its first breath, I’m met only with the sputtering of an engine unwilling to start itself. I pop the bonnet with a sharp tug of a lever, exit the car and walk around to the front to assess the situation. Lifting the lid, I look down at the mass of cold, grease covered machinery. Expecting, hoping, for an obvious answer. I pull up the oil checker to find only the faint indication of an engine well supplied. The battery then maybe? Guess I’ll order take away.