All perks come to an end someday. This law of being a freelance writer is as immutable as my good friend Aerial Attack's First Law of Surfing. Just as the surf will pump at precisely the moment Aerial Attack is prevented from going surfing, so it is that I will have to bid a tearful farewell to nice things lent to me by PRs and other kind souls.
And so it was that I said farewell to the Peugeot 5008 MPV, loaned to me by, well, Peugeot. As you can see from the pic above, this MPV does what it says on the tin, room-wise: oodles of space, so much so that it even accommodated my Meyerhoffer, which is a few inches the long side of 9ft.
The car took Caroline and I on a number of pleasing journeys, pleasing because this machine drives so smoothly that sometimes Caroline forgot that I was driving. Often enough, she protests that my driving makes her car sick, but not this time. Look - here she is, a picture of calm:
And here I am, snapped via a mobile phone looking like the proud owner of just the right kind of car, one that works, drives nicely and has whizzy SatNav, as opposed to mine, which failed its MoT today and is set to cost me a small fortune.
I like the Peugeot 5008. Can I have it back, please?