Life in eight cars

A little Fiat (affordable)

a knackered Renault (with a dodgy past)

another Renault (more respectable)

a Spacewagon (our kids are growing fast)

a BMW (we’re doing rather well)

an ancient Merc (no longer needed by your dad)

a smaller Merc (downsizing now, alas a dud).

And next? A hatchback, Japanese, appeals:

unglamorous, reliable (my final set of wheels?)