Yes, the mini was a brilliant little car wasn't it? I went on to have another three after my first.

Mine was Daisy, a battered old light blue mini. A huge hole in the bottom where you could see the road going by, no third gear and windows with moss growing that wouldn't open and worst of all the driver's door top hinge was broken and the door would often drop down onto the road hanging by the bottom hinge so I used to drive it with my right arm through the leather door strap to keep it on! One day it fell right off and I picked it up, put it against some bushes and carried on, like a milk-float! Then later drove back home from work and begged my Dad to fetch the door, which he did. Lucky I wasn't spotted by the old Bill.