…and my tire blows.

Saturday, 20 October, 2012

It’s as if my car hears my negative thoughts as we drive the backroad, still shaking with each turn of the wheels, he/she knew I’d been talking about him/her.  Fortunately when the tire blows I am less than a 1/2 km from my friends house.  Very Fortunately.I pull into the compound to the new sounds of thwap, thwap, thwap… and decide to ignore it for the night to finish getting ready for the ball with Renee.


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