14 Nov 06
With the appearance of the R-Class, the school-run-mum jury has once again been hard at work. Whereas I was a little surprised at the accolades heaped on the RAV4 (in which we were, frankly, a little disappointed), reaction to the Mercedes has been all too predictable.
They're all absolutely transfixed by the car and tend to mob it at every opportunity, amazed by the 4x4 credentials and six seats cunningly not styled to replicate an Ikea wardrobe. If the poor thing could write it would probably still be signing autographs as we speak.
I suspect that many an unfortunate husband has been the victim of LIB (Lecture In Bed) lately, as the once-proud owners of hitherto entirely satisfactory estate cars (not to mention the occasional Disco or M-Class) suddenly consider them to be somewhat woeful in every department.
It goes without saying, then, that my wife is absolutely delighted with the Mercedes. The only potential downside being that, now the neighbourhood knows about her additional transportation capacity, she spends her life with all four rear seats permanently occupied by a bewildering selection of baby and booster seats.
