|The Kia Venga|
I'll admit to being taken a little by surprise when we first met. You were much better looking than I'd expected, very sporty actually, but even so I decided that instead of judging a book by its cover I'd find out what you were like on the inside - and I wasn't disappointed.
If I'm honest there was only one little niggle, and that was the fact that your dashboard wasn't digital - which is what I'm used to - but even that wasn't enough to come between us. Everyone has their little foibles and compared to some cars I've known, yours were minor.
How could I help but fall in love with your stylish interior and your ability to go for so many miles without using much fuel? I mean, after a week of us gallivanting around together your gauge had hardly moved at all - how do you do that?
And don't even get me started on how much room there was in the boot when the back seats were folded right down!
Quite a few people asked about you during the time you were here. They wanted to know more about you, how we'd met and so on. I was more than happy to tell them about your muscular wheel-arches, your low emissions and your agility.
I'll be honest, Venga, I was a little upset - hurt even - when you decided to leave. I thought we were good together, and my daughters had grown to love you too, so when your driver Dave knocked on my door that day I wasn't prepared to let you go without a fight.
Can I just apologise for the unseemly scuffle with Dave when he tried to take you away, but my pleas for us to stay together seemed to fall on his deaf ears. And I didn't mean to run after you down the road as he drove away with you, but seeing you leave so quickly was so sad. I felt like we were only just getting to know each other.
I think about you a lot, Venga. We had some happy times didn't we? I hope to see you again one day.
Much love to you,