I try to write regularly but sometimes it the Day shift weeks that are the hardest ones.
Sadly “Day” is not a simple 9-5 (does anyone actually work this ?) but rather a 7am start to let the nightshifft away. Once you add on the (rush) hour commute at both ends, and subtract coffee, showers, dressing and food, the day is, in fact, already used up – god forbid something should need done or you hit a delay.
Like the phases of the moon, I return now to the dark of night shift, where January is often a dead period of fallow fares, that’s unless it snows or the roads freeze. THe latter is ever god for a laugh as clients will phone saying that it is to slippy to walk up the hill, and then be beyond baffled that a taxi equally cannot climb the icy gradient. I am inevtiably left with a collection of well meaing – but now annoyed- drivers, who are stranded at the bottom of hills they would have been better to decline.
It is not unknown to receive a call from the passenger in such a vehicle – DEMANDING- another car, while sending out a report from the driver to warn his fellows away.
As yet however, the much threatened snow and ice has scarcely hit here in the West, though usually a bare centimeter of white is sufficient to bring the city to a grinding halt.
The long commute from Kilmarnock via the “forever winter” of Fenwick moor (photos of snow lying in June), never fails though. Ploughy MacPloughface and his kin stand endless watch ensuring people can arrive safely to get stuck in the unploughed streets of Glasgow city. Me cynical?
On a brighter note, we do have Burns night to look forwards too and prepare for. Where did I put my cranachan?
It was either this, or four pages of “my house insurance has quadupled” with a lot of BOLD and ! OR !! .
Next week on IaDL – Fare fau yer honest sonsie face! (“Hello, good evening, and welcome”)
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