The dashboard in the little Skoda lights up. First orange then red. A Coney Island of colour. Finally a sign : '' Fault ! EMC indicates ETC and ABS malfunction ! '' Acronym heaven.
Angus takes the car to the garage. Twice. The first time the diagnostic man has disappeared. '' Should have made an appointment mate " says a gentleman in overalls behind the reception desk. ' I did ' comes the reply.
The second time the lights miraculously go off as I drive into the garage forecourt. '' Doesn't seem to be any problem. Why don't you bring it in when the warning lights are on ? " says the diagnostic man who's now reappeared. On the motorway home the lights come on again.
One of lifes immutable rules. Cars repair themselves when you get to the garage and then go wrong again ten minutes after you leave. The same true of children and doctors and pets and vets.
This morning we shall go to the airport in the big 4x4. See you in a week.