Since you ask, yes I do.
We've been look for something a little bigger than our Vauxhall Corsa, and settled on scouting for a 1.5 diesel-engined Renault Grand Scenic of similar age. We liked the look of this car, and its stats stacked up well for us. Although not quite as economical as the extremely frugal Corsa, the mpg is still better than most.
Most importantly though were the seven seats this model boasts. Although one of my 'small skills' is being really good at packing large amounts of luggage into small spaces, I accepted that having a bigger car would make it a lot easier to go camping in future, especially given our impending new son.
We cast our net wide, even looking in the Midlands in case one became available around the time of a visit to my mum and dad. And one did surface, in my home town of Halesowen, shortly before a visit. But in a strange homage to Fawlty Towers, the garage seemed unwilling to sell it to me when I called, refusing as they did to give me a price for part-exchange.
In the week before the Jubilee weekend we noted a suitable specimen for sale in Stockport. I decided to drive over to for a look on the Saturday morning, and delay are trip down to the South-West.
Things that don't come easy to me: 1) overlooking imperfections in second-hand cars; 2) spending money; 3) change.
In view of the above, I am still a little amazed that I decided to go ahead and buy the Grand Scenic. I'm now satisfied that I got a fair deal, both for the new car and for our old one. But I was sad to say goodbye to our trusty Corsa, which has served us well for four years, and to date has been the only car I've had from new.
After having the car for a couple of weeks it is beginning to feel like ours. The major step in this was when I gave it a special Tom Smith valet, which is essentially a good clean. I've also replaced a couple of bulbs and had a new (digital) radio fitted. The liberal use of Febreze has helped rid the car of the smell of its previous occupants, which, although not wholly unpleasant, was quite simply not our smell.
All very territorial.