Nice, isn’t it?

Thirty five grand’s worth of German luxury saloon as a courtesy car for the day while Darling Wifey’s little hatchback was in for servicing. That’s what you get when the dealership manager is pleased with the way his daughter was taught. Kudos to DW.

However…

It is so wide that it was a nightmare to drive in central York. It is so cumbersome that it was horrible on the forty mile round trip to collect the Chatterboxes from school. Why do so many of the other parents have A6s when they spend their lives on those tight, twisty country roads? The handbrake was awful. The footwell cramped (yes, I know I am bloody tall, but there is more room in the footwell of my tiny Citroen!) And why does a glovebox need remote control opening?

It all makes me feel so much better about being far too poor to afford such a beautiful car.