Last night I bundled scarlatti into the vehicle concerned and we headed out to see something which will form the subject of a separate post.
After that activity (it'll be described elsewhere, don't get your hopes up), we returned to the car and I put the key into the ignition and turned it.
That's all. Nothing else happened. There wasn't the urgent and impatient roar of thirty horsepower assailing our ears. There wasn't the thrilling vibration of the innovative flat four rising urgently through our seats. There wasn't even the comforting warm glow of lamps on the dashboard. There was, in fact, only the complete lack of activity traditional in the case of a totally flat battery.
And I didn't even have the car hire paperwork with me, and the only number I had was for the recorded message telling me that we could book online when the office was shut.
We got a cab home ($45). I'll walk round to the car hire place in a minute and ask them what they intend to do about it.