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Laissez faire

Yesterday was not a great day.  I telephoned the garage where my car is supposedly being repaired and was informed that they hadn't even ordered the new clutch.  The reason I was given is that I haven't signed the devis (estimate) agreeing to the work.  As I haven't received one this was hard to understand.  They couldn't send it, apparently, because they didn't have my email address. 
1.  I left it with their manager, who apparently has gone on holiday
2.  Why didn't they phone and ask for it?
3.  Even snail mail would have reached me way before now.
4.  When I spoke to the manager a week ago we agreed the price (not that I have much choice) and the time scale of 2 weeks, no longer he promised.
I have now gone 10 days without a car and they are telling me that they can't finish the work until the end of October, another three and a half weeks away.
I phoned the garage this morning to ask if they had ordered the new clutch yesterday.  No they hadn't because they didn't have my email address and they cannot proceed until I sign the devis.   Ground hog day.

I was looking forward to actually getting out last night because one of the tennis players offered to pick me up and bring me home after the game.  At 6.00pm I was ready but she didn't come and had not sent a text or telephoned.  At 7.30pm I sent a text asking if I had misunderstood but I thought she was going to pick me up.  No reply.  At 9.00pm I sent a text asking if she was ill.  Half an hour later she replied.  'Sorry I couldn't go and forgot to tell you.'   Urghh.  I would never do that to anyone.

This morning a friend came by to take me to the market.  His wife is in the UK until next week so of course, when we stopped at a pedestrian crossing near the market, who would be staring at us but his next door neighbour.  Oh dear get out of that one.

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