Everyone has a favourite colour don’t they?

My first tricycle was a sweet cherry red and I used to zoom round the yard.

So standing in the bike shop on my seventh birthday it just had to be the fire engine red bmx.

It sort of continued from there.

First car ten year old Micra. You guessed it in red.

Then the Golf, then the Mercedes.

And then I saw her on eBay.

The Ford Capri with pepperpot alloys in Prairie Yellow

Just like one my Mum used to have ‘back in the day’.

It was a lot of money for something twice my age and rattly too. But the look on Mum’s face when I pulled her into her drive was priceless.

Sometimes she forgets my name and sometimes she doesn’t’

‘How’s Buttercup running today?’ She asks patting the bonnet.

‘Sweeeet’ I say ‘shall we take her for a spin’

Like a teenager, all eager and happy she jumps in and smooths the worn dash.

I stop and take a minute, fighting a stray tear. Some rules are meant to be broken.