If cars were people, the Skoda Fabia Scout would be that mate who turns up to help you move house, doesn’t complain once, and then somehow fixes your Wi-Fi before he leaves. It’s small, clever, and maddeningly capable — the sort of car that just gets on with life while everyone else is polishing badges and pretending to be important. This one’s the 1.2 TSI, which means it’s got a little turbocharged heart that actually likes to be driven. It’s light, lively, and surprisingly good fun — the sort of car you can fling down a back road and then still get 50-plus mpg on the way home. Being the Scout, it gets all the chunky body bits that make it look like it’s just come back from conquering the Alps, when in reality it’s been to Sainsbury’s and back. And unlike most small cars, this one hasn’t been neglected. Oh no — it’s been serviced like clockwork by people who clearly cared: 10,322 | 19,149 | 30,689 | 39,975 | 45,456 | 50,308 | 55,412 | 58,624 | 64,285 | 65,881 | 67,981 miles — and just serviced again by us. That’s the mechanical equivalent of a spotless school report. So, if you want a car that’s practical without being dreary, smart without being smug, and fun without bankrupting you — this is it. The Fabia Scout: small car, big brain, zero nonsense.