'ER INDOORS'
THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A DAC DRIVER'S WIFE...
Hello everyone...
May I take this opportunity to wish you all a healthy, happy and together
prosperous Christmas and New Year. May I also thank you for reading my
madcap column which I hope you have enjoyed, or at the very least, that it
has made you realise how lucky you are not to have to come home to this
stark-staring, raving-bonkers family!
Cabbies Wives at Christmas
Christmas is descending and there is plenty for us poor DaC cabbies wives
to do. This is the time when we need our husbands most, but our DaCmen are
out there in their taxis searching to find the most lucrative work
available, before bringing the money home to us!
It's bad enough having to shop for food with all the usual queuing |
that you get at this time of year, but
then there are the decorations, cards, wrappings and of course the
presents, in my case for five children and one very difficult Dial-a-Cab
hubby. THEN, and I can't believe that I'm even saying this, I need
to choose prezzies for the dog and horse! I've even caught myself
including their names on Christmas cards. Now I ask you, how sad is that!
And Talking of Horses...
I recently decided, due to buying my daughter a lovely new horse, that I
would attempt to learn to ride one. Despite never having any lessons or
prior experience, I mounted the horse unassisted and it immediately
started off, at which point I couldn't help but think how easy it all was.
The horse galloped along at a gentle and rhythmic pace and at
that point I was feeling quite smug. Then I started to feel myself slowly
slipping from the saddle. Terrified and with the smile wiped completely
off my face, I grabbed for the horse's mane, but I just couldn't get a
firm grip. I tried to throw my arms around the horse's neck, but I still
found myself sliding down the side. The horse galloped along, totally
ignorant of my cries for help and totally oblivious to me sliding down
dangerously.
Finally, I could hang on no
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longer and simply had to give up my frail grip. I tried to leap outwards,
away from the horse, trying to throw myself to safety. At that point my foot
became entangled in the stirrup and I was at the mercy of the horse's
thundering hooves. My head kept striking the ground repeatedly and I
remember thinking to myself: "Leigh, you could be in some trouble
here!" As my head hit the ground yet again, I felt myself being just
moments from unconsciousness.
Fortunately for me, the supermarket manager saw my predicament
and pulled out the plug. He could at least have offered me my 20p back...!
Didn't have you going there, did I? I did warn you about my
family being bonkers!
And Taxis...
I read in November's Call Sign that all Dial-a-Cab drivers will
be getting a rain jacket as a Christmas gift. I think that this is a lovely
idea and I can't wait for my DaCman hubby to get his so that I can wear
it...ha, ha!
However, did you notice the sizes? There were L - XL and XXL
only. What are they saying about you lot?
And on that cheeky note, I bid you a warm farewell and I'll see you in
2001...
Leigh Briden |