The end of an era

Forget about that declawed cat, Soob, I have the perfect vehicle for you.
Ok, there is the missing hub cap on the front left wheel.
Ok, there is the little dint in the rear left door, something to do with Mrs Raheny's navigation in car parks that put unorthodox angles on treacherous ramps leading to dull concrete resting places overpricing themselves by the hour (or part thereof).
Ok, there is the need to top up the engine with oil every second day.
Ok, there is the slight annoyance of the engine cutting off every 200 yards.
Ok, there...
No, there is no more hope. The Volvo has been.

I'd like to thank that extremely snotty girl from AA car insurance last December.
Without your total lack of professionalism I might have thought twice about changing insurance.
To a company that is EUR180 cheaper a year.
And with roadside breakdown assistance.