I know it is stupid to get sentimental about cars, but in scrapping my beloved 205 (Piglet) yesterday, it feels almost the same as if I have taken ol' Sheppy into the backyard and brought out the twelve bore. I have the unenviable task of finding a runaround (VW Polo, Seat or whatever) before resorting to car sharing with Hubby, who will be laid
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