Oh Bev, you have such a wonderful way with describing your childhood memories! I can picture all of this perfectly. My dad had an old Rover and my sisters and I enjoyed picking bits out of the worn leather seats. As there were no seatbelts, whenever Dad took a curve too fast we'd all slide across the back seat and the one nearest the door would get crushed.

Later we had a 1969 VW van, which we named Crumpleface because of all the dents. One set of dents was caused by Mum crashing into an ambulance! She also managed to knock a street lamp down at the bottom of our road. We were so proud of our mum for that! 😁