Continuing with the theme

Everything ends.

Everything.

And so it happened that the Volvo ended on us Friday afternoon.

We managed to slug-slug about 200 meters before the car died and gave up completely, in a dangerous bend in the road, in front a driveway, of which the owner started shouting at me that I was an a-social person and parker-of-cars.

Well, I couldn't very well fly away, now could I?

He came to apologize after he understood that we were stranded, but that just made me cry for some PMS-like reason.

Eventually, the road assistance service came to help, soldering wires so we could just get to the damn garage.

When I eventually managed to talk to the husband, I had already made an appointment for a test-drive of a non-husband-approved car, and that caused another measure of conflict.
And getting the car fixed - again - just seems like a bloody bad investment to me.

Long ago, I wrote about Self-governance being an essential part of Utopia.

Sigh.

But the very worst of all:  My mother went back to South Africa yesterday. 
I left the airport with a lump the size of a caravan in my throat.
It feels completely unnatural that she's not here anymore.
Sadness.

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