Don't forget the fire extinguisher needs put back in the right place in the foot well.
Then you gotta go get the car washed
Polish the dash board the gear stick as well.
I had been pickling Mrs.belfasttaxi's head for the last hour at least.
My taxi was in for its yearly PSV test today
This is something I always take care of myself
I like it that way as if anything goes wrong well i have no one to blame but my self.
Unfortunately I have buggered up my ankle jumping up to run to the phone last night.
30 odd stone of fat man it seems shouldn't jump if he doesn't want to hurt himself by busting his cankle.
So my beloved is having to make all the preparations for me with me hanging over her shoulder questioning her every move and reminding her of things i know she already knows at least 500 times ever hour.
To say I am having a hard time letting go is an understatement its not that i don't trust Mrs.belfasttaxi I do implicitly,
but she does things her way which is of course well i wouldn't say wrong as that would get me lynched, but not my way which is obviously the right way!
So we grumped and argued a little until i was put back in my place by a flying pencil case to the side of the head.
When the time came to take the cab to the test centre Jr and me where deposited at my dads house with some cakes for his birthday while my dear beloved wife did what needed to be done.
After an hours clock watching in my dads the phone rang it was Mrs.belfasttaxi for me.
Hands shaking i took the phone.
"Do you want the good news or the bad news?"
"What bad news?"
"You have got the wrong type of fire extinguisher in the car"
"Its OK the cab still passed all we have to do is go buy the right type and come back to the test centre and show them it has been installed."
Talk about relieved.
Mrs.belfasttaxi even took care of the extinguisher for me.
So i would like to thank my beloved wife who I really do take for granted much much to often.
It got crowded in heaven so, for one day and one day only, it was decided to only accept people who had really bad day on the day they died.
St. Peter was standing at the pearly gates and said to the first man, "Tell me about the day you died."
The man said, "Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an affair, so I came home early to catch her with him. I searched all over the apartment but couldn't find him anywhere.
So I went out onto the balcony, we live on the 25th floor, and found this man hanging over the edge by his fingertips. I went inside, got a hammer, and started hitting his hands. He fell, but landed in some bushes.
So, I got the refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed him. The strain of the act gave me a heart attack, of which I died from."
St. Peter couldn't deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it was a crime of passion, he let the man in.
He then asked the next man in line about the day he died.
"Well, sir, it was awful," said the second man. "I was doing aerobics on the balcony of my 26th floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and slipped over the edge.
I managed to grab the balcony of the apartment below, but some maniac came out and started pounding on my fingers with a hammer.
Luckily I landed in some bushes. But, then the guy dropped a refrigerator on me!"
St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really start to enjoy this job.
"Tell me about the day you died?” he said to the third man in line.
Worse than that i hate working Sunday nights because as well as missing a cosy night in with Mrs.belfasttaxi, some of the punters you tend to pick up on Sunday nights are well lets say "not normal".
But as my motor is up for Psv and it needs a little work done to it I was left with little choice but to suck it up and drag myself out to work.
As it turned out i had a pretty uneventful shift which was kinda nice even if I didn't get any fodder for the blog.
The worst i had to put up with was a paranoid girl shoving her hair in my face.
(while i am driving)
She had been to a friends house for tea and was worried that her Husband/boyfriend/whatever would be able to smell the aftershave the fella who had been sitting beside her as he had smothered himself in it.
To be fair she did stink of aftershave but i told her she was fine just so i wouldn't have her noggin shoved in my face again.
It not as if she could have done anything about it at this stage!
No my real gripe about working last night was what happen when i got home.
Those of you who read my last post know i have of late had a bit of trouble sleeping.
Well last night i was falling down tired as i flunked down into bed at 6.30am and i dont even remember my poor little head hitting the pillow.
What I do remember is waking at 7.25am to what sounded like a small riot
The was dog barking, Mrsbelfasttaxi was shouting and Jr was screaming about not being able to find his homework.
I swore silently to myself and did my best not to cry!
We will see how they like it when I set the smoke alarm off some morning about 3 am.