Off with Wilf to the bright lights of the big city . We're going to look at a new car . With 140,000 miles on the clock the little old Volkswagen is beginning to develop niggles . The chrome strip around one of the windows fell off yesterday .
The showroom more like a cathedral than a place to buy a car . 20 foot ceilings , huge plate glass windows. Angus the only customer . Three salesmen approach him .The smallest 4x4 given the unlikely name of a Yeti . Could I see myself driving a Yeti ? This one a Yeti ' Tour de France ' . Angus looks at the price .He asks if they have a more basic model.
Through it all Wilf sits ,contentedly, by the front door. A young woman, the receptionist, stops to talk to him . Out of the corner of his eye Angus sees the door open .Wilf trots in followed by his new friend. Angus prays, fervently, oh so fervently, that Wilf doesn't do what he usually does when confronted by a forest of tyres. In this case a forest of fresh, pristine - expensive - tyres .Dog and master quickly leave . Tyres unchristened . Angus promises to think about the Yeti.