I must say I am very pleased to be back in my own car. Not that I'm sitting in it right now, you understand, but it is back on the drive. It has been in the bodyshop for a few days while the damage I did when trying to knock down a wall was repaired. And a very good job they have made of it. The company was kind enough to lend me a car while they had mine, but it was just a small, red bug-type vehicle - a Peugeot 107. Granted, it drove well enough and was OK for getting around town - not that I did very much of that - but when we went shopping I had to struggle to get the three bags into the boot. It really was that small!
I really am a medium to big car person, especially as so much of my driving is done on 400+ mile journeys, most of which are on motorways. And anyway, how could I get all the wine in the boot of a small car?
Over the years I have owned what seems in retrospect to have been a multitude of cars. Only one Ford - my first car - then an Austin A30, an Austin A40 (the Farina model), followed by another Austin - the 1100 - then a succession of Morris Marinas, followed by Vauxhall, Volvo, Peugeot, Renault, Volkswagen, Toyota, Nissan (in no particular order). I think my favourite of all was the old Volvo Amazon estate car. I don't remember what mileage it had done but the car was about 20 years old when I bought it. It ran sweet as a nut, doing about 27 miles per gallon around the town, and was extremely comfortable. Granted, it didn't have all the refinements that I would look for in a car nowadays, but I was very fond it. I don't have a picture of my car, so I have borrowed a picture of a similar vehicle.