I wanted to create the opportunity to blow off some steam and get our petty niggles off our collective chests. It occurred to me earlier today while - for the umpteenth time this month - I was detailing the inside of my car. So, since it's my thread I have a pet peeve I'd like to share with you all. I'm sure many of you will agree. Now, before I open fire, I should preface this with the fact that I love my partner. She's my beautiful, passionate and fiery soul-mate. She's always been there for me and there's nothing we wouldn't do for one another. BUT. So, we're both smokers. That in itself is fine. I don't like my car to smell of it so I take steps to ensure that it doesn't. Regular air-freshener changes, Febreeze and a regular hoovering and wipe down. I flick my ash out of the window and empty the ends from the ashtray after each trip, even going as far as to blow the smoke out of the window and keeping the sunroof open a crack. BUT HER... She's useless at keeping to this regimen. Ash gets flicked into the ashtray (if we're lucky) and while she's in the car, the windows stay closed because it's too cold and windy. So what we end up with is the entire centre console coated in ash. The footwells too. This whole area. And that's not all. Since she can't drive and so doesn't own a car of her own (in fact, apparently I'm the first partner to own a car), she's a little unclear on how to respect one. I'm quite hot on keeping the interior clean and welcoming to my various passengers since I've a lot of family who don't drive. But since I spend most of my time with my beloved, this leads to a frighteningly quick build up of fast food rubbish, drink cans and bottles (usually half full), cigarette packets and tobacco pouches, and various woman-related litter. This doesn't bother her as she's not the tidiest of people. Her bedroom gives me panic attacks and within a day or two, she transforms my highly organised bedroom/music studio into a minefield of clothes, plates and cups. Right, rant complete. I love her, I love her, I LOVE HER. That's better. So, what gets under your skin when it comes to your car? Let's hear it!