Far from resurrection we've had further disintegration here today, with clanking from beneath the car announcing the collapse of a second coil spring in as many weeks. That'll be another three figure sum to fix. I hate the way car trouble makes me feel - vulnerable, powerless, unsafe... and poor.
But the good news is that when we discovered the suspension was falling apart, we were on our way to the allotment, where we dug over a couple of patches, pulling out dock with mighty roots (I wish they were good to eat), buttercup, dandelion and willow herb with its annoying fleshy roots that snap too easily. And then planted the first row of broad beans of the season. A moment of promise and pleasure. Next the potatoes!
Our Easter ritual is to dig out of a drawer the two little wind-up fluffy chicks my mother gave us years ago, and set them dancing about the table. One of them always falls over and lies helplessly on its side whirring. They never fail to make us laugh, and my mother was pleased this afternoon to hear we still enjoy them, and yes, she remembered them well.
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Oh dear, sorry about your car and the tree. All very upsetting.
Well - it could be argued that disintigration is part of the resurrection process. But still, a pain, whichever way one looks at it.
I love the rituals and think I once had a fluffy wind-up chick myself.
yes, I think it's a Shiva thing in Hindu terms - or Kali maybe.
Anyway the car's resurrection has been effected in exchange for a large sum of money.
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