In about an hour’s time I’m going to press a button on the keyfob of the Range Rover from inside my office. Ten minutes later I will step outside, wrapped up against the sub zero temperature, and slip into a leather driving seat than is already warm.

All the windows of the Autobiography will have de-iced. A second blip of the fob will open both parts of the tailgate and my hound will launch himself into the boot, ready to head off for our morning run.

The DAB system will click to Radio 4 and the heated steering wheel will come on within a minute. I don’t need gloves and it will be too warm to wear my woolly hat.

Meanwhile, my similarly priced Porsche 911 Cabriolet will still be frozen to the driveway. I’d like to drive it but the thought of battling with an ice scraper, waiting for the windscreen to defrost then having a cold arse isn’t appealing.

Still wondering why people drive Range Rovers?