Well, remember the accident from last week. Well we knew (at the time) the people in one of the cars as friends of one of our neighbours, but it took till this week for the following conversation at work:

[I enter an elevator containing 2 fellow workers from our company in the middle of a conversation]
[He was saying] . . . of course some people [looking at me] would say it was because I was driving on Shabbat.
[I said] I didn't say anything. What happened?
[He said] I had a car accident on Friday.
[I said] Funny that, I say an accident on Friday. (And then I go on to describe the accident.)
[He said] That was my accident.

Anyway I apologised for not stopping; I'd only seen the back of his head so I hadn't recognised him. I explained that although I had seen the 2 cars collide I hadn't seen what came before, so I was useless as a witness.

I missed the deadline yesterday and S stole me from work early to visit my cousin and her family on Kibbutz Saad.

It was an uneventful drive. We brought kebab for the bar-b-que, they had chicken and sausages. I let my cousin's husband handle the fire and the cooking, I must admit he did neither the way I would. Another reason for keeping quiet.

We talked about various topics: the kibbutz's plans for expansion, schools for our sons (they also have one boy), the repugnance we have for certain types of Jewish upbringing. It wasn't a fantastic afternoon, but I at least enjoyed myself.