friday evening

You see - it's so ironic I would laugh, but it really isn't funny.

Late this afternoon I speak to Die Kollega, telling her I think I need to go back into counselling, for what seems to be delayed post-traumatic stress.

Two hours later, on the corner of Schoeman and Duncan street in Hatfield, there seems to be another hijacking attempt, one which leaves me running into oncoming traffic.

In the end they didn't take the car, and I'm too tired to relate the whole story now, but a few shots of whisky later I'm still shaking.