Too right Dottie, remember having to frantically scour the iron before my mother saw it.
My brother was at boarding school and came home on exeats every 3/4 weeks, threw off his uniform and dressed to impress, he moaned like mad that he didn't have transport, and I used to lend him my car, an old Morris minor with (and I still have it), a bath tap I fixed to the front of the bonnet. He sometimes gave me petrol money, or took his sister out for dinner, or the flics, etc.