As regular readers will know, much of the past year has been spent agonising over what to do with my supersized (for me) classic fleet.
Because it will bring on a bout of acute embarrassment, I don't really want to go back and remind myself exactly how many times I have bleated on about it, so everyone will be relieved to know that the final decision has been made… by my five-year-old daughter, Charlotte.
It came out of the blue actually.
Sadly, Charlotte has never shown a great deal of interest in the classics, but she obviously knows what she likes.
All this week, with the +2 finally extricated from the dark recesses behind the broken garage door it has been languishing tantalisingly out of reach on the other side of, and living on the driveway as a result, she has begged to be taken to school in the "red car".
With that not possible due to the fact that I haven't yet done anything whatsoever about fitting harnesses in the back for her and Lucie, it prompted a wider debate on the Elliott cars.
"You have lots of cars daddy, but the one I really want to go in more than anything is the red one."
"Well I hope so, but you never know, I may have to sell it."
"Nooooo, promise me you'll never sell the red car daddy."
What sort of father would I be if I ignored such a plaintive appeal from my little girl, a cry so anguished that it hasn't been heard since Mermaid Barbie fell down the loo? Instant justification to keep the Lotus Elan +2 for ever. Result!
"Ok Charlotte, I'll try not to, but I will definitely need to sell something soon, so if it's not the red car, what should it be?"