Sob!

We've just sold Precious to a nice geezer with a man-bag from Hampshire. Life won't be the same without her. No more push starts at 6:30 in the morning, AA calls, rattles-bumps-squeeks when travelling. No more cruising with the wind messing up your hair or the sun burning your skin.

But I will really miss her, there's something amazing about smelling the flowers in the fields as you fly along shoulder to shoulder with them, the sky bright above you, hearing the bird song all around.

She's been a great introduction to fun cars and something to tell the grandchildren and maybe we'll get her back again one day!

Long live precious, be happy. (Gotta stop now need to go find a tissue)