So today, I have emulated my namesake, the mathematician, and done three fifths of five eighths of … errr … nothing. And I really mean that too. It’s been the laziest day that I can ever imagine.<\/p>\n
No surprise though. Last night, I was horribly late again, as I mentioned yesterday. And so, waking up at … errr … 01:30 was a total surprise to me. I stayed awake for a while too but eventually managed to go back to sleep, where I remained until the alarm went off at 06:29.<\/p>\n
It took a good few minutes for me to summon up the energy and struggle into the bathroom, and then I had a leisurely start to the day in the kitchen for the hot lemon, ginger and honey drink and medication. I was in no hurry at all.<\/p>\n
Back in here, I had a listen to the dictaphone to find out where I’d been during the night. I’d been working for Shearings again on the coaches. I’d done a feeder for them from all over the Greater Manchester area into the depot. I had to have a map to find out where I was supposed to be and it was sitting in my lap. However, the roundabout round which you went into the depot \u2013 you had to go two hundred and seventy degrees around it, swing very sharply to the right and then very sharply to the left, then in through a door like the door of a house and it was very tight. You had to get it exactly right or you would have problems. However, as I was going round this roundabout, I dropped the map and I couldn’t put my foot on the brake so I had to do this at twenty mph. I was closing my eyes and gritting my teeth all the way and eventually managed to go in without hitting anything. The transport manager was on the gate controlling everyone’s entry. He was in a wheelchair. He said “did you have any trouble picking up at the marketplace in Swinton?”. I replied “not really, but they weren’t very happy but I picked up all the same”. He replied “yes, but they’ve been on to us again about that place”. I asked him what had happened to him that he was in a wheelchair. He replied that during his holidays he had had an accident with a garden roller that had run over him. I thought that that was a horrible thing to do. I then started up the coach and went to look for my bay to unload the passengers.<\/p>\n
Well, at least driving coaches is better than driving taxis, I suppose. But that roundabout where you go round two hundred and seventy degrees and then immediately on leaving, the road takes a dramatic turn, but to the right, is the St. Gaud roundabout here in Granville.<\/p>\n
There was an occasion when I was doing a feeder around east Manchester for Shearings, and another driver had missed some passengers at Swinton. When I ‘phoned in to check things, they sent me across the city to pick up the missed passengers.<\/p>\n
Isabelle the Nurse was much, much later than usual, and she brought us a Christmas gift \u2013 a small box of chocolates. It was very nice of her, but they are of no use to me, as they are all milk chocolates.<\/p>\n
She had her Father Christmas earrings in today, and they looked quite cute.<\/p>\n
She brought with her some dramatic news \u2013 at 03:00 this morning we had had a heavy snowfall and when she went out to start her round at 06:00, some of the cars still had a covering of snow<\/p>\n
After she left, I prepared breakfast. Porridge and coffee, baked beans on toast with hash browns and vegan sausage finished off with toast and mushroom p\u00e2t\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Despite all the time that the beans had been in the slow cooker, they were still quite hard. However, the sauce was excellent. I shall have to find another type of white bean to try. The hash browns, though, were perfection. Just as good, if not better, than shop-bought ones.<\/p>\n
