Drove to work this morning playing around with the air conditioning to see if I could get any cold air out of it. Just to check my sanity, I got Andy to have a look at it as well, and he confirmed my fears – it really has stopped working – just after the service strangely enough.

Anyway, took the car to back to Heathrow Volkswagen to have a look at, whilst remarking on the remarkable coincidence of the failure with the service. They denied any connection between the service and the air conditioning failing. After inspection, they said the system didn’t have any gas in it at all. (Weird given it was working on Sunday). Given the options, I asked them to recharge the system with the intention of sorting out blame later. Alas, when I returned to collect my car, everyone had disappeared except for the lowest ranked pawn in the set – any chance of negotiation was scuppered. I was left to pay the bill for the recharging, and left the garage feeling rather numb, albeit with cool air blowing around me.

Spent the rest of the evening with some friends, discussing wide ranging subjects from apocalyptic theology to the history of the motor trade. At least the evening ended well. 🙂