Twingo is back!

Actually, we have a ban on exclamation marks here at the editorial office, but I'm in a happy mood because Twingo is back in our lives.

As you may have heard, I lost my heart to this little car last year but had to say goodbye again because it got a new owner. Fortunately, the royal supplier Renault had another specimen available for me.

This time in the color bonbon with a hint of caramel (the official name is brun marron, which also sounds really cozy) and a convertible roof that I'm going to drive around with so much.

Our first day was already a hit. I could call again without earbuds, just via the speaker, and, and this is really handy, I can mention the name of the person I want to speak to. I said: Jet and hatsekiedee, there was Jet on the line. Now that's safe calling.

Then we drove to the PC (I am a walking, no, riding cliché, but I really had to be there for a press presentation) and there was a tiny little parking spot. I saw some men shaking their heads and amusing themselves at my expense. But no worries; in one, well two, smooth movements, Twingo was parked neatly in between.

Then the tour of our rekindled love went to the headquarters of Endemol where we were going to discuss the upcoming season of Holland’s Next Top Model. At the traffic light, a boy on a scooter nodded at me. He looked for so long that he didn't realize the light had turned green. On the way back, a man looked inside for a long time again. The Twingo effect… I almost forgot.

We are going to have a beautiful summer together.