Well I don't know what has happened but for the first time ever I have given a name to a car. Margot even has her name in dark green letters on each side of the bonnet and is no longer referred to by my other half as 'your car' 'the Morgan' and other less savoury descriptions.
However I may get myself in trouble with those not familiar with the idiosyncracies of Morgan ownership as when my youngest son, he is 22, asked why I had dirty hands this evening I explained that I had spread Vaseline on Margot's dry bits and greased her nipples. Fortunately my wife almost understands and simply smiled but I think my son is looking to leave home.
