On the way back from the tram stop we saw a Mini Clubman somewhere infelicitously parked on top of the traffic island, it's rear wheels off the ground, its weight resting firmly on the underside of the bodywork. I'd like to hear the noise when it tries to drive away. Come to think of it, I probably will, even though it is a few blocks away.
50 yards further on was another Mini Clubman in the same insistent colours. Mrs Davey was surprised.
100 yards further on, yet another. Mrs Davey was unnerved. What's going on?