Waiting by J's volvo

My friend J is the most unlikely person in the world to own a Volvo. Nevertheless sometimes our expectations are confounded ... J's choice of vehicle is an example of one of those. Anyway, recently her Volvo radio turned itself off and in order to turn it back on again a security code was required. No worries, thought J, I'll just guess it. About as likely as guessing someone's ATM card PIN but this was J. Unsurprisingly motoring through the sunny streets of London randomly punching numbers she guessed wrong. In order to re-set the code on the radio she had to leave her key in the Number 1 position of the ignition for 3 hours when, hey presto, she would have another opportunity to enter her code number (now cleverly retrieved from the Volvo dealership). So two Saturday mornings ago we all sat around in a London street waiting three hours as J's Volvo's radio re-set itself. T&L cooked us breakfast. It was lovely. What an inexplicable joy it was when the radio told us it was ready to accept a code again. This is a picture of M waiting by the Volvo: