Over Easter, I was talking to a chap who lives down in Hampshire. Given that he had three children, a dog and a history of sporty cars, I wasn’t surprised he had bought an Audi Q7 back in 2010.

He was just the sort of relatively affluent driver whom Audi has served so well over the past two decades. Having worked his way up the corporate ladder, and enjoyed one of Audi’s high-performance estate cars, he was a dead cert for the Q7 once marriage and children arrived.

The Q7 is smart, has a lovely interior, is fleet (thanks to the V6 diesel) and surefooted (quattro, of course). But there’s a limit to premium motoring, as he pointed out to me.

The Q7, which was five years old, had developed a couple of faults. Firstly, one of the big 21in alloys was cracked and possibly bent. Secondly, the wiper motor had gone nuts, leaving him with wiper arms that were stuttering across the windscreen. Finally, the car needed a service.