Just as Britain begins its annual, half-hearted attempt at spring, into the showroom glides this – a Citroën C3 in Spring Blue metallic. Yes. Spring Blue. Because subtlety is for people who buy beige socks. And honestly, look at it. This is, beyond any reasonable doubt, the best colour the C3 has ever worn. Forget “highest spec.” Who actually needs a bewildering orchestra of beeps, bongles, and digital nonsense that takes two years and a PhD to understand? This car sensibly sticks to what matters: air conditioning that actually cools you down, remote locking that works from more than three inches away, electric windows and mirrors, and a touchscreen infotainment system with Apple CarPlay and Android Auto – so your phone can continue running your life, just now with wheels. The brilliance of the C3 is that it’s not some bloated barge requiring a team of ground staff to park. It’s compact enough to thread through the chaos of a Tesco car park without causing an insurance incident, yet spacious enough for all the grim realities of adulthood – shopping, commuting, and that mysterious cargo known as “stuff.” This particular example? One owner. Service history. Two keys. In other words, the automotive equivalent of finding out your blind date is charming, punctual, and owns a functioning kettle. And then – because we are spectacularly generous – it comes with a brand-new 12-month MOT (no advisories, no drama), a 12-month parts and labour warranty that even covers wear and tear, and a fresh service. Everything done. Everything sorted. No unpleasant surprises. Because unlike most things in life… this is actually nice.