Jamla, there's nowt wrong with a Little Blue Car. We got rid of our two large, ancient money-drains


, and got a Honda Jazz in "blue pearl".

I don't have my own car anymore, as I can't justify the expense, and anyway need help going anywhere, so DH uses the Jazz for work, but the good thing is you can fold up the back seats, so my wheelchair can live in there permanently (I use two sticks to hobble round the bungalow - not enough room to use a wheelchair indoors).
Nearest I get to audio books is DH reading Terry Pratchett aloud to me. I'm quite deaf, and he knows how to pitch his voice once I've removed my hearing aid for the night so that I can hear him.

Now, if only I can find a way to deal with the nightmares that have me almost frightened to sleep, we might be getting somewhere.:confused:
Sometimes have to poke DH in the ribs at silly o'clock to help me get a dose of Oramorph, as well. (Paws usually seized up and can't pour it myself without spilling it). Lucky for me he has the patience of a saint.