Saturday, December 15, 2012
The little Skoda has developed an irritating rattle. Something to do with the metal dog guard. A strange harmonic - hacksaw and tuning fork combined. Over the last three weeks Angus has had a number of increasingly 'direct' conversations with the salesman and the garage owner over the scratches on the inside of the windscreen . He must now decide if he has the chutzpah to take the squeaking vehicle in to the local dealership to be fixed. The alternative ? A fifty mile drive to the anonymity of the showroom in Toulouse. From the garage owners tone of voice during our last ' conversation ' this may be the wiser course. That old adage - ' it pays to complain ' . Not always true.
In the little market town the municipal workmen have mummified the trees outside the church in a shroud of Christmas lights. Every branch covered from tip to trunk. That must require patience if not skill.