'The font' is back in London looking after 'Granny font' so the boyz stayed up late with me playing rugby and rug surfing in the hall. Wilf manages to barge his way in on 90% of the throws but deigns to allow his little brother some of the easier catches. Eventually the two of them decided that enough was enough and they settled down together, Digby's chin resting on Wilfs back,and fell into a deep,tired,happy sleep.They were both in exactly the same spot in the hallway when I got up this morning.
The other worldly experience with re-registering the Volkswagen continues. After much huffing and puffing the head office switchboard in Wolfsburg put me through to someone in the customer services department. It was soon evident that the young man found our problem to be irksome and would have prefered to be doing other things with his time- like for example watching paint dry . It was maybe three minutes into the conversation before I found myself asking him what part of the term 'customer service' he didn't understand. The conversation went rapidly downhill thereafter. Today, is however another day and the quest for a registration document, in French, continues.