How difficult can it be? "It's simple process, Peaches," Leo assures me, on his morning flypast through the reinforced gate. " Call Max, he's just parted company with the dealership, he's set up his own concierge company for loyal clients."
Ah Max... lovely, but totally unreliable! Of course Leo loves him, they talk engines and horsepower until the cows come home, cooing over the purr and tonality of the latest super injected engine. Well, I'm sure that this is all fine and dandy if you are not the family operations officer, the mortal who is responsible for the down to the minute co-ordination and execution of all things practical. Of course, the charming Max never answers his phone, replies to emails and texts or deigns to put in an appearance for a pre-arranged appointment. He then wonders WHY usually affable clients morph into demented toddlers, throwing all their toys out of the pram in a fit of frustrated pique!
So today, fourteen days on from an eventual response to a March request for assistance, yet another appointment has been set... and I hold my breath in anticipation that the seasonal tyres change will actually come to pass before twilight!
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