Foxton, the classy estate agent, is famous for something other than the houses it sells.

I’m talking about – but then aren’t I always? – MINIs. Foxtons has an entire fleet of MINIs. All lovingly styled.

I haven’t yet bumped into any of these MINIs in the street, either figuratively or literally. But that’s because they’re too far from Peter Vardy, my mothership. In fact, they’re hundreds of miles away in – cough, splutter – the Smoke.

You’ll see here that Foxtons has changed its cars’ design every year from 2001 to the present day. And, of course, it has stayed with MINIs the whole time.

Call me biased. Call me mad as a wasp in a hiker’s sock, even. But I’d like to imagine that this MINI-embracing philosophy is the secret of the success of Foxtons.

And that had it chosen another marque, it’d be a tiny, one-shop operation, selling second-hand garden sheds and corrugated-iron coal bunkers.