There was a lot of driving and a lot of getting lost and then turning up where I wanted to be. Inexplicably. Somehow I got to the other side of the city and somehow I got back but there were moments when I was on the way to Ballarat and then in some endless tunnel that I really wondered where I would end up and had no sense of direction at all. But then I recognised places and I was ok. And then I bought a car. It's French. By the time I eventually got home, the lighting wasn't flattering for the 7 year old silver fox. Tomorrow is another day.
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