the size of a Nissa Figaro. Yes, after two years of deliberation, I've sold my car. As soon as it went up on the auction website a little anxious flutter started inside me. When the "For sale" sign was taped to its cute rear window I asked myself "What have I done?" But it was too late for regrets as we'd already bought its replacement - something zippy yet fuel efficient for the daily commute. But I was a bit surprised, embarrassed even, by the depth of my attachment to my Figaro. I loved that car! So this has been a week of emotional weirdness.