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Monday, 22 February 2016

DIARY OF JO THE TAXI


Good evening Bloggets, I’m back from a day in the big office. I was asked to give a talk this morning and then just catch ups and so on.

 

We had a funny driver this morning for the long drive to work. Gosh, he did have me a little anxious bless him. Hub was in the front with the Little Fella, and I was in the back with Waggatail. The amount of room that I had, was crazy and I was thinking how much, or little room does Hub and LF have? I have long legs and there was room for a suitcase in front of me…

 

The driver kept talking to Hub each time he did this; he turned his head towards Hub. I was thinking heck, look at the road? Now I know there are some Bloggets who will now be wondering how I knew about him looking towards Hub. I get asked this a lot not how do I know about my taxi driver looking at Hub, smile, but how do I know when someone is looking at something? Or in our case someone. Well, their voice comes from a different direction!

 

But then I said something to him and thought, oh heck. As he turned right around to answer me. Lordi Lord. I didn’t speak to him after that but he kept asking me questions and even when I spoke to Hub, he still turned around to join in with what I had to say, so in the end I kept quiet and observed him as he spoke with Hub.  He is a regular driver but I have never known him be so vocal and so excitable. Yep, you read correctly. Excitable.

 

Well, as our journey progressed. There was a competition on the radio. Next thing, the car is pulled over we come to a stop and he’s on the phone answering the blooming quiz. Hahaha.

 

Thirty five minutes later, we learn that he is right. So as we pulled up safely, into the carpark I asked him what he would win. He answered nothing. Hehehe what?

Really?

Why?

OK I know it’s great to have a quiz that people enter for fun, values and all that, but to be driving a taxi and pull over to call the station to not be in for a chance to win anything?

 

Our girl returns home today so all’s well that ends well. Hub has a few more grey hairs but it’s OK.

 

I did my day four, or night four of not eating supper. So pleased happy proud. If I haven’t lost a single lb this Saturday. I will be gutted. I mean, it has to be doing some good, right? Normally I would have four slices of toast before bed. I ache at nights for food some say it gets easier, really? When? Hub is off on one of his healthy hobbies again. No cheese, like me no supper but three times a day when he isn’t at work, he is in the gym! Once though when he is at work, and for about forty minutes. Uu’uu’rrg mad?

 

 Hub up silly hour tomorrow on a train again so leaves the house about seven gets home just after six, gosh I remember the days as will my old Bloggets of just two years plus ago when he said bye bye on a Monday and I wouldn’t see him for seven ten even 14 days. Gosh, I can’t even read those blogs, as I feel every emotion.

 

As my US cousins are waiting to see who will be their next president and we wait to see if we are going to be part of Europe. How do I feel about that? Well, according to what I understand, to stay in Europe costs the UK £55,000000 per week and we receive thirty million, so we are spending twenty five million pounds over the top to stay in Europe. As for the negatives? Well, there is the Eurovision song contest but to be honest we have been voted last almost for the past few years so I don’t think it will make much difference us leaving? Smile.

 

I did gasp last night watching the news as a Polish guy said he works here, claims allowances and sends it back to his wife and children in Poland so our tax payers are paying for people living abroad the bit where I gasped, was another Polish guy has lived over here for some years and said he doesn’t want to pay for anymore Polish people to come over… Really, wow. Talk about helping your neighbour?

 

They say things like milk will become expensive. Well, firstly how the cows are treat or should that be teat?  In countries where the milk comes to us at such a low price and if it is cheaper to send milk from abroad, our farmers must be too greedy, or is it the wellbeing of the animals we are paying for?

 

 I would love good old fashioned Great Britain back to where we had manners and we spoke such good and correct English, but somehow leaving the EU won’t have any influence over that.

 

OK I’m so cold I’m going to turn up the heating and watch some TV. We have all been fed; no doubt boy wonder will be going out later on. So Hub and I will chill.

 

Tomorrow is another day I’m sure I will have a funny story for you as I have a visitor. Later gators with love.

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