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Well! The BMW Dealership managed to further disappoint when I went to collect the car this morning.

There was a token discount applied to the invoice, but it was just that "token" and the actual adjustment was rapidly glossed over by the Service Manager. The manager could still provide no clarity on when the recall work will be done, so I paid up and headed out from the Service Reception to collect the car. 

I know it's a tiny thing, but it would have been nice to be pointed in the direction of the 5 Series, rather than having to wander around an underground car park until I found her.

I climbed in and immediately settled in to her rather fine cabin. I was soon heading towards the M5 when further disappointment occurred. 

When I checked the car in yesterday I distinctly recall asking that the rear tyre pressures be checked and adjusted. In fact the Service Concierge carefully typed this in to the Notes Section of the car's service sheet. I was therefore fucking furious to get an alert from the car advising that the rear tyre pressures were significantly lower than they should be.

Basically the lazy arse of a Service Technician hasn't done the job properly and that really doesn't inspire confidence or encourage me to use the Dealership again.

As I said yesterday, "I think I'll be using the Hereford Branch in future".

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Post Script

I forgot to mention that I did something yesterday that I have never done before ... I picked a lock.

30% has a vintage, tambour fronted stationary cabinet in the bedroom. She finds the slim drawers just perfect for a ladies odds and ends.

About a week ago she mentioned that she had closed the tambour shutter and it had clicked shut. Heaven knows why she did this, but she did. Unfortunately the key was safely tucked in one of the drawers i.e. locked inside.

It now fell to yours truly to develop old school thieving skills rather than use the more modern just kick the front in approach.

I had a quick squizz at YouTube and fashioned a pick from the spring in a convenient clothes peg. I also grabbed a slim bladed pair of scissors and set to the task. It was surprisingly straightforward and I managed to spring the front open within a couple of minutes.

It was quite amusing that 30% was up in the bedroom for about half an hour and still hadn't noticed that I had now developed proper burglary skills ... I'm going to have a go at a safe next.