It had been quite a tiring four days.
It didn't help that the day after Charmaine's party, I had to send the hubby's car to the workshop for a spoilt radiator and smashed back windscreen. Both my brothers-in-law drove the car with smoke coming out from the engine but I've not experienced that during the same period of time we drove. I wonder if I was lucky or what.
As for the smashed windscreen, my father-in-law (FIL) suspected sabotage due to the nature of the crack. We usually kept to our own area outside the house but there was this driver which particularly loved parking somewhere near our lot. Yet, it did not make sense as my FIL's car was parked directly behind my hubby's car. No way someone would sabotage our old car and leave my FIL's new car alone.
My FIL said it looked like somebody used an ax to slash the glass rather than it being hit by some fallen rock or debris. I too had my suspicion on sabotage, except that it could also have been caused by some kids playing boomerang when I parked at my parents' place the previous day. But, Singaporean kids play frisbee, not boomerang right?
The bottom edge of the glass was splitting like nobody's business. Anymore impact and the whole windscreen might just collapse.
The flap as seen from the inside.
After leaving the car at the workshop, I spent some time at the police station and with that almost the whole day was gone. I kept requesting for the police to check the tape from the void deck camera of the block facing the field to see if any kid threw anything but they maintained that the camera could not capture anything as far as the field.
I suspect the windscreen was probably already cracked when I parked at my parents' place the previous night. However, I was in such a daze at night after Charmaine's cremation that I got into the car and wondered why there was so much condensation or raindrops on the glass. I even calmly switched on the demister in the hope of clearing these condensation or raindrops.
From the photo below, do you see what I mean by condensation or raindrops? I could not even see the slash from the rear view mirror.
So how did I drive home with such a view? It was late with not many cars and I could still make out the vehicles behind from their headlights. This explains why I only discovered the smashed windscreen the following morning.
Oh well, the car is finally back but I felt quite bad as my FIL had advised me not to drive the car with the spoilt radiator. I thought nothing could go wrong with the engine during the short drive from my place to my parents' place. The smashed windscreen certainly taught me a lesson though I wished I could teach the rascal(s) who did this to my hubby's car a lesson too.