While there are exceptions to the general rule, old people not uncommonly discredit modern technology. They assert for example by way of redress that they are content to use a telephone or a typewriter or a book should the need of one arise. Today however proved to be one of those exceptions to that recalcitrant position. Bunny misplaced or lost (we were originally uncertain precisely which) her key fob to the apartment. When, after tedious investigation, searching and telephone calls it was determined that the key fob had been dropped earlier this morning at the car dealership where Bunny was having her winter tires installed, the fact remained that notwithstanding the welcome discovery there remained no immediate way to enter the apartment.

It was at this stage of enquiry that we cooperatively began pursuit of alternatives; specifically whether Bunny had on her smart phone the 1Valet App which afforded universal accessibility to the apartment building, the parcel room, the garage and of course the apartment.  She did not.

Time then to call in the Big Guns! First however we unhesitatingly retired from the subterranean garage (where we had been engaged in this tarsome and as yet unproductive exercise) to the offices of Dr. Denis Arial aka Saint Denis (the source of all healing and acquittal and, more significantly, technological perspicuity).

Dr. Arial joined us in the drawing room and confirmed upon a cursory but critical examination of Bunny’s iPhone that indeed the 1Valet App was missing from her collection of favourites. Here, I am afraid, I must adopt the aura of observing trade secrets, for I haven’t a clue about the manner in which Dr. Arial subsequently downloaded the App, then applied to the Management Team thereof for the code particular to Bunny and her apartment, then – after minor controversy to settle upon an agreeable passcode – triggered the operation of the App. Naturally there then ensued without further abbreviation an on-site contest of the technology. It worked!  She was in!

It was about an hour afterwards that Bunny and I celebrated the fortunes of the day by motoring together into the city in my vehicle to collect the lost key fob from the dealership.  The trauma of the event had understandably withered Her Ladyship! Yet I believe recovery was in the wings! The sun shone upon the pastoral countryside along the Appleton Side Road.  The journey to Stittsville was soothed by Beethoven and the azure sky with the sun beaming metaphorically upon our backs. Bunny would be able to attend this evening’s theatrical production at the Old Town Hall with impunity!