Today we were all in the car, at lights, staring out of the windows. Daddy notices a Chrysler Crossfire parked across the road. "Look at that." He says. "That's the new Chrysler Crossfire. Look at the way there is a frame picked out around the windscreen, and the way the side intakes delineate a concavity which sweeps towards the back becoming convex and forming fins..."

Mummy, in a supportive-but-deficient-in-Y-chromosomes way said, "Yes. I like the lines."

Rosie, having far more insight into the important things in life, and a way of summing up in three words what zen students for centuries have been trying to achieve, said:

"I like windmills."