When I was 5 I lived in a house in Fen Ditton, Cambridge, where the living room looked out over the road on to a place where there were always lots of cars parked. My sister and I gave them names. They were -

The Red Eenser Car - it was one of those weird three wheelers, we used to sing "quickly the Red Eenser Car came out on one wheel". "You only count the front wheel" my sister used to say.

Then there was The Giraffe Car - really it should have been called the Elephant Car as it was one of those big cars in an oval shape - it was the bigness that inspired the name.

But best of all was the "Ca-ling Ca-lang Ca-long Car" - an "old bomb" that spluttered its way out of the drive and onto the street - a vintage car even in those days.

I still remember those names and even though my sister has passed away my parents still remember with some delight those stupid names we made up.