It’s half past three in the morning. I need to leave for work at 6:15 but the ‘chest pain, non cardiac, poss. indigestion’ that is the revenge of last nights stir fry woke me up and refused to let me return to sleep.
It’ll be my first day back on a ‘truck’ today. From 07:00–19:00 I’ll be whizzing around Newham in a big yellow taxi. Probably…
…you see, my new regular crew mate has been sick for a while, and I don’t think that they will be back today. So with any luck I’ll have a relief, or someone on overtime working with me rather than me getting sent to work at another station. I live in hope.
It has been a while since I did a day with regular blogging updates after every job, so I’ll be posting throughout the day via my mobile phone - assuming that I do get a partner to work with me. There may also be pictures…
…Of course it might also mean that you just read about me craving a cup of tea and whining about only having had three hours of sleep last night.
It’s in the lap of the Gods.
