That awkward moment when you smile at a neighbour on the street while you’re parking and you accidentally hit the car behind you.
That more awkward feeling when that car turns out to be your neighbour’s.
…writing down random stuff my kids say.
That awkward moment when you smile at a neighbour on the street while you’re parking and you accidentally hit the car behind you.
That more awkward feeling when that car turns out to be your neighbour’s.
After 9 hours of driving (out of which almost two hours were a torture with Molly’s constant groaning and screaming and coughing), we’re finally in Rijeka. Molly’s shouting and being generally grumpy, our family dog just puked, Klara’s barking at random things in the garden and I still have to unload the car. And there’s no one at home to help me. It’s difficult to stay positive.