Cute Car, Cute Number Plates

Here's one I saw last night.

Mrs RT Blogger and I popped out to a local pub for dinner as it was her birthday. As we left I saw this car near ours in the car park. Cute, innit?

Can't help thinking that the driver is probably a lady. I don't know what makes me feel that. Just call me psychic. It's an uncanny, almost clairvoyant, knack I have for divining the unknown...

Only problem is that I reckon the wife is getting ideas about pink cars and private number plates for a future birthday. It's that supernatural sense again: I can read her mind. Actually, it's a mutual thing. She can read mine too, but she just doesn't bother. She says it's a bit thin on plot...