I don't know if it was the stress of yesterday or something I ate but boy do I feel ill today. I slept most of the morning and managed to make it out in the car to get something for Karen's birthday. Problem was when I got back to the car the radio worked, the lights worked but no way would the ignition. After a call to the VW breakdown line (which seems to have relocated to India) a lot of spelling of street names and car park names I sat around listening to the afternoon play until the AA appeared. I really don't know why I bother with the VW Assistance as out of the 3 times I've called them a bloke in a VW, with VW parts has only appeared once.

Anyhow, the AA chap prodded and poked and declared it was a dead battery. After 15 minutes of getting authorisation to swap the battery (which they didn't charge for) and a 10 minute "discussion" with the car park operative as my ticket was no longer valid at the barrier I was on my way home...