Have you ever met a woman who hasn’t apologised for the state of her car before you step into it?
We definitely haven’t.
It’s often said that a woman’s car is just an extension of her handbag. And just like a handbag, you can tell a lot about a person by what’s in their car.
So today, just for fun, we’re giving you a small insight into what life is like on the road with Editor-in-Chief Jamila.
Just as an FYI, you should know that this post is sponsored by Nissan Qashqai.
MM: Thanks for taking us for a drive, Jam!
JAM: You’re most welcome, I’m sorry about the mess.
MM: There actually isn’t a woman I know who DOESN’T say that when I get into their car for the first time.
JAM: Ah yes, but in my case it’s actually true. I’m a messy person who is embarrassed by mess. The result is that whenever someone is coming to my house, or I’m giving them a lift in my car, there is ferocious activity immediately before where I try and disguise all the clutter. My boyfriend calls it squirrelling. I don’t clean, I just hide things. So, yes, welcome to my car but please don’t open the glove compartment without preparing for a minor explosion of tic tax boxes, post-it notes, textas and single earrings.
MM: Noted. Now to get us started, tell us about your relationship with cars, are you a fast car kinda person?
JAM: I am the opposite. Literally the opposite. I am a very cautious driver who is not that interested in engine size or acceleration or any of those things that people get excited about when they buy a new car. I just like something that is going to get me safely from A to B and is going to look really, really, pretty.