18 years ago this was our first family car. It took me to France to buy the wine for our wedding, it delivered the Bridesmaids on the day, took my daughters to school and carried us on holiday. Then I ran out of money and had to sell it. Bought it back 8 years later and tonight it’s taking 12 of us to dinner in France. So to hell with worrying over being sentimental about a hunk of metal; it’s part of the family and always shall be. ...though it still lets water in and oil out. And the windscreen wiper motor has broken. And the windows rattle. And it smells a bit funny. But so do I.