It is another very quiet night on the taxi rank.
I do not mind this so much because I managed a taxi job this afternoon, some poor souls with a broken-down electric car, actually an electric car with a flat battery, don’t forget that if you are tempted to listen to Mr. Miliband, folks. Anyway, it cost them forty quid for a taxi to the other side of the lake, and I blew most of it on purchasing the fuel which has been keeping me warm since my arrival on the taxi rank.
The last fiver I have saved to add to the other thirty quid I have made this week.
It is very, very quiet.
Actually I don’t mind at all. I have managed to thoroughly update myself about Donald Trump’s Adventures In Davos-Land, and watched some of a programme on Netflix which I might have watched before. I am not sure if I have watched it or if the actors have just got familiar faces from other Netflix programmes. I think Netflix only hires about fifteen British actors, and if I decide to shirk in front of Netflix then I only watch British programmes. This is because either life in America is completely bonkers or the Americans are rubbish at writing believable scripts.
I would omit President Trump from that last statement. Quite clearly everybody believed him when he threatened to invade Greenland, even though he very obviously wasn’t going to. I was impressed with the way he got exactly what he wanted in the end, jolly well done that chap.
I don’t approve of the Danish after their forced sterilisation of the poor Greenland Eskimos anyway. If I was the Greenlanders I think I might prefer Donald Trump, especially if he was offering me a large wedge of cash.
The other thing I did today was cleaned out my taxi. This was very brave of me, because it was raining, but it has had some very muddy dogs in the boot and some very muddy boots in the front, and really it needed it. I was glad I had done it when I went to collect the broken down people, because of course it was still daylight then, and they would have noticed.
I am also pleased to tell you, talking of boots, that I have purchased some new boot laces. I had to get these on Amazon, because the only ones in the ironmonger’s in the village were not long enough, and indeed, the first set that Amazon sent were not long enough either. I had been knotting my boots together with very frayed, broken laces, which had got in such a knot the other day that I was almost tempted to cut them off after my walk, because Amazon had promised that the new ones would be arriving that afternoon. Fortunately patience prevailed, and I managed to unravel them, because when the first laces arrived I had clearly not been paying proper attention to the description, and they were only half the length that I needed them to be.
Amazon very kindly let me keep them as well as giving me my money back. That Mr. Bezos will never get rich if he carries on like that.
The new pair arrived today.
They are a beautiful yellow colour, and have jazzed my boots up nicely. If I am not too late getting home tonight I will give them a good coat of dubbin as well so that they will feel completely revitalised.
Our neighbour came round this afternoon as well. I am helping him with his tax return. He is a business studies teacher, so really he ought to be fairly thoroughly acquainted with our beloved leaders’ habitual kleptomania by now, but it seems to have been puzzling him, not least because the online form will only let him enter half of his National Insurance Number.
It wasn’t any more forthcoming for me either, and it won’t let us submit the return because that square isn’t complete, honestly, sometimes it is hard to feel joyful about contact with His Majesty’s Tax Gatherers.
We are going to have another go at the weekend.
It is nine o’clock, and I haven’t had any customers yet.
Tax is not going to be bothering me very much at this rate.
