My Aunt - we knew her as "Auntie Bar" - owned a Morris Minor, so I was introduced to the joys of riding in one from an early age.
Fittingly, this vehicle was known by everyone in the family as "Auntie Bar's Car". I imagine you're expecting me to say I inherited it from her, but that didn't happen. However, with the money she did leave me, I bought a beautiful maroon Morris Minor. Tragically, it was stolen, never to be seen again. Needless to say, I was devastated. I still am.
Luckily for me, Charles Wares Morris Minor Centre ensured that I got the entire cost of the car back. Which meant that I was able to buy another Morris Minor when I returned to Bath after living and working abroad with my husband,
I very much wanted another Morris Minor, but I decided to exercise patience. I waited and watched the Charles Wares Morris Minor Centre until the perfect car appeared - I mean, the perfect one for me, basically they're all individuals with their own unique character. Eventually, it appeared - this one. It said, "I'm the Morris for you" and I knew I was destined to be its owner.
Its name is Poppy. And when I drive it through Bath on the way to work at Bath Spa University, or just to go shopping in the centre of the city, I'm aware of the admiring glances and curiosity it arouses. Especially among the tourists who immediately produce their cameras or iPhones and take photos of me and my Jack Russells. (The one on the lead is called Naughty George and he's the son of the other one whose name is Gertie).
Poppy has a tracking device which Charles Ware fitted for me - but maybe I shouldn't mention that...