So what is it about this car that I find myself at the grand old oge of 52 sitting on the ground waxing my alloys? According to my older son it is some sort of miracle; me having always been the person to say "it's just a car, with a wheel at each corner and one to steer so you can get from A to B. It doesn't matter what it looks like". He drives a Golf and my husband drives a Mercedes C class and they have never understood my total indiference to what I drive. I always thought I had an ally in my youngest son, who drives a Ka, but he disillusioned me recently when he started talking about what he would drive next. Then suddenly I ordered my Smartie and my whole life has changed.

Who would have thought I would start taking the time to research paint protection, fabric protection and waxing your alloys? I can't wait until tomorrow when I am driving somewhere new and will need to use the Sat Nav. I thought about sitting in the car tongiht and firing up the Sat Nav, just to see if everything worked OK before tomorrow. In the end I decided that the neighbours had seen enough of me drooling over my own little piece of automotive engineering since I picked it up on Wednesday. So far I have sprayed a triple layer of fabric protection on the interior, protected the exterior paint with a high tech, nanotechnology, magic potion, connected and tested my mp3, and did I mention waxing the alloys? I even allowed my husband to drive it yesterday so that he could join me in singing it's praises. Strangely he wasn't quite as effusive in his praise as I had expected him to be, Philistine. It must be a super intelligent Smart owners thing! You know what I mean: only those intelligent enough to buy a Smart are intelligent enough to fully appreciate it's attributes.