Last week The Fiancée© bought a new car. It had been a long time coming – she had put almost a hundred thousand miles on her Peugeot – and, although I don’t really need to be following in her footsteps… I’m a little jealous of her upgrade.

I’ve had my chariot for a decade, and while she doesn’t have nearly as many miles on her clock as her did, ten years is longer than any romantic relationship I’ve had, and my car has given me less bother than most of those too. I think perhaps that it is time to move on to a younger, more buxom model.

But let’s get through Christmas first.