It is a matter of record that I am not a huge fan of the car and it has reaffirmed my opinion by developing yet another fault. This time the soft top has refused to close automatically.
30% absolutely adores the vehicle and, like some doting mother with a spoilt, bastard child, can see no fault with the rattly pile of Germanic crap.
As a result I bit my tongue and said nothing as I drove her back from the workshop ...
... I said even less when we picked up the car, having found out that it will need to be taken to a Specialist in Coventry for further investigation and repair.
My working day was busy and reasonably productive, but there was little worth mentioning beyond that. I have picked up the management of a new RFI and made good progress with that. I also showed masterful efficiency when I drafted a single e-mail and used it for three separate enquiries on another of my projects.
This evening it was Dog Training and the stars* must have been in perfect alignment because Whiffler finally seemed to find his mojo with two of the more complicated exercises.
I have rattled on before about the exercise where he has to go away to a lidded box and sit until I pitch up, open the box and give him the treat. He still isn't perfect but he has finally grasped the concept.
There is another exercise where I perform a recall and then get him to stop and sit midway between me and his starting point. Once again, he was far from perfect, but showed that he finally had an idea of what he was supposed to do.
His masterpiece this evening was a two minute wait in the lying position with me totally out of sight. He was almost perfect apart from rising to a sitting position as I returned to collect him.
As he is approaching his second birthday I am wondering if he is finally growing out of his youthful lack of concentration?
---* Canis Major perhaps?