Mr. Murphy visits us at the Chateau De Brissac
It was nothing earthshaking. No one got hurt and we escaped with no financial loss. But all through that evening, everything that could go wrong kept going wrong. One after the other. Now we laugh at the peculiar set of small misfortunes that befell us, but we weren’t laughing as it happened. Our family of four, my wife Param and my daughters Sim and Nim aged 22 and 20 respectively had embarked on bucket list item - a leisurely three thousand kilometre driving trip across Switzerland and France in October of the year 2024. The trip had been going swimmingly well until then. Hertz had, in all their munificence, upgraded the five-seater car that I had chosen for the trip to a more powerful and roomier seven-seater. The Airbnb properties we had rented had far exceeded expectations – none more so than the first one at Lauterbrunnen, nestled as it was in a valley with two almost vertical cliffs about half a kilometre in front and behind the house with over seventy waterfalls casc...