9.13 Leave home, full of joy and anticipation over what our journey will bring.
9.18 Unusually, we are overtaken (by a red Citreon van). It comes to light that Inger has some information about our assailants: they are ex-druggies from a neighbouring village. Driving as fast as they were, I’m not so sure.
9.24 Inger posts a (rather large) envelope.
9.25 There is a small incident involving Inger’s sunglasses, followed by the singing of the Postman Pat theme (see 9.24).
9.28 Stop for petrol. I try to take a picture to capture the moment, but my phone is turned off. I miss the window of opportunity, resigning myself to turning on the mobile, smugly aware that the same mistake will not be made twice.
9.33 Jo yawns.
9.34 We pass a garden which has a line of flags, hung at waist height, along one of the sides. Placed in front of the flags is a chair; on the chair stands a blue parking sign. A long and humourous conversation ensues which really doesn’t translate well. Though it was amusing, and passed several minutes.
9.38 Jo possibly bored. She begins to sing Sandra‘s Maria Magdalena
9.44 An insect loses its life flying into the windscreen. A sorrow-filled moment made light by the mildly amusing sound it caused from its death: tschk
9.59 As if to bring in the new hour, Inger’s phone rings, Freya gets a biscuit, and a few drops of rain fall serenely onto the windscreen, though not enough to erase the memory of our departed insect friend.
10.02 Inspired by Freya’s confectionary consumption, Inger takes out the first banana of the day.
10.04 Our daughter chokes on a sandwich, Jo says.
10.06 Freya requests Dr Bombay. Fortuitously, my mobile phone is now turned on; much less fortuitously, Dr Bombay’s CD is stored on it. Freya is content.
10.13 The car in front of us is driving just 5km/h slower than the speed limit, which irritates Inger intensely. I try to assuage her animosity by telling her to imagine the limit is 90, and not 110, but this fails to help.
10.17 I wonder what kind of insect it was. The splat size suggests a medium-sized fly, but there are many strange flying things this summer, so a wild guess is the best I can offer.
10.27 We have essentially arrived at our destination.