When my father in law died, we 'inherited' his car. It's a big Toyota Yaris Estate - short but big, a cherry red box with a low slung body. I love it, but it's so obviously an old person's car, great for the arthritic and careful. I drive it around London and take great joy in seeing people's faces when they pull up alongside me at the traffic lights and hear Meatloaf, Status Quo or Jez Lowe blaring out of the stereo... and it's even better when I see their faces in the rear view mirror as I tear away from the lights!

So often springs to my lips the famous line from the film of 'Fried green tomatoes at the Whistlestop Cafe'...

"Let's face it girls, I'm older than you and have better insurance!"

LTS