Daddy drove the car to the reporting centre after we've sent Renee to the school('cos I'm alittle phobic to drive the car now, hopefully it's only for the time being). It's near the workshop, so we just drove over and left it there for what necessary action that's required later(the other party's insurer's surveyor to take photos, etc) whilst the driver of the workshop took us home. We should be able to have my car back by Saturday judging from the minor damages on the surface(not sure if the impact would have caused any damage to the interior as the damage on the other party's car's quite bad).
The preparation of Renee's meal and the seminar kept my mind off the incident('cos the image kept flashing in my mind).
Daddy hadn't the mood for the talk tonight and perhaps, the audience we've got(from advertising in the wrong section of ST) wasn't as suitable, so we finished pretty early and daddy went to meet his overseas client whilst his bro drove me to pick Renee up from Eileen's.
Whilst relating to my sisters online about the accident and when we came to the part where I heard Renee's cry, images flashed again and I felt a rush of emotion... has the effect finally sunk in, is this the real aftermath?
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