So, that was Tuesday. The first thing I remember is Nick shouting "hey", seeing the road not being in front of us, spinning the wheel putting us into a long skid around the corner and down the road - long enough to realise we were skidding but no more time to react before it's thuds, bumps and the world turned upside down and glass falling everywhere, but not cutting, and movement but no shock, and then we're hanging by our seatbelts - God bless them - and I say "I'm all right - are you all right?" and Nick says "Yes." We let ourselves down and try the doors but everything is crushed and upside down - "What am I looking at?" I say later, crouched in the ceiling, having crawled back down - so I pull myself, somehow like climbing out of a mine shaft, out of the back door, and Nick follows. Slowly I realise that all our stuff is everywhere - I think Nick sorts it out - but I gather stuff off the bank - wallets, jackets, gumboots and books. People arrive, the mayor whose car breaks down, leaving us walking miles back in the dark. Wine, no blood, a gainsaying, moving sacrifice.

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