On Friday, Hugh’s Mazda get back to me just before five pm to briefly say that Enterprise will be calling me to arrange a different car. I’m too exasperated to say much in gratitude. Alas they don’t call. Saturday morning I was out on my bike while the rest of the family were either running, dancing or working. When we get back at lunch no message has been left on the answer phone. Getting the paper work from the glove box of the Corsa I find that Enterprise is now closed for the day. I want to right an expletive here!
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