Peruvian Taxi

I have been car-less/free for almost exactly two years. We live next to the station which suffices for many trips (as long as we get tickets in advance, and local trips are dirt cheap with the D&C Railcard), and the Bloody MG does us for the rest. Obviously this cramps our style when wanting to carry large objects/go camping/take small children places/move student belongings to Uni etc. And there is no guarantee the Bloody MG will go anyway, for less than 600 quid. So I bought a car. Not just any car, but a Peruvian taxi
I was expecting universal criticism from my children, partner, and mother, as the car is relatively old and unfashionable. And yet, and yet: my son and daughter are both pleased (does dad need a car to be a proper dad?); my lovely partner is pleased (it is what I want, and yes, it is OK to use the joint account to insure it, even if the Green Insurance Co is slightly more expensive, but will plant 16 trees for me as a carbon offset. I need to ask them how and where); and my mother is pleased because we are going to see her in Sussex this weekend, by train, of course; and that is where the car will be delivered to; and her son needs a car. It is also an encouragement for M to get rid of the Bloody MG, even though she loves it. It is becoming a burden.
On the subject of Peru, there was talk on Chris Evans (BBC R2) this morning about odd jobs: apparently some hotels employ people, suitably hygienically attired, to lie in guests beds to warm them. I had that in Peru, but I suspect the warmth was due to the rapid departure of the previous residents of the room.