Fun, fun, fun
I'm just about to replace my car. Not the big family vehicle which is in Hilary's name, but the little runabout which these days gets used allmost as much by the kids (and Ruairidh's drum kit) as by me. I have reserved one of these beauties:
I'd decided to buy Connie before I realised that its distinctive styling had been arrived at by way of Facebook crowdsourcing. But not before I made a trip out to the showroom with my son's bass drum to make sure it would fit in through the hatch (it does, just).
Having only ever owned two cars (one very briefly between inheriting it and selling it) which weren't Citroens, it will be rater comforting to return to their somewhat quirky fold. None more quirky than this hymn to minimalism, of which I still have very fond memories despite its being the only car in which I regularly had to spray de-icing fluid onto the inside of the windscreen on winter mornings (no fan in a 2CV).