Nine PM and I've just got in from coding a new key to my neighbour's Pug. He lost the plip key in town the other day, the emergency (unconfigured) spare was at his country house 150 miles distant - he (almost eighty) caught the train there and back, however neglected to bring the handbooks. Amazingly, he has a photographic memory and could recall the security code. So, I spent twenty minutes in a nearby railway carpark (where he'd left the vehicle before losing his plip) with Peugeot Planet, dialling in the emergency key.
The most fun part? We're both left-wing ratbags, so I refused his offers of payment, and he was forced to acknowledge he would've in a similar situation!
