I’m going into work late today. Bluebell is playing up and I’m waiting for a man with the van to get her going again.
I’m hoping it’s something simple.
I have some time owed to me and there are enough trained staff to cover my absence until things can be sorted.
I’m lucky today, that this is the case.
Relying on a car is given to country people.
It’s also a pain when things go wrong.
I work 23 miles away from Trelawnyd which doesn’t sound far, but depending on traffic it’s a 40 - 45 minute commute one way on a bad day
Twice last week I caught pub quiz Claire walking to Dyserth to catch a bus to Rhyl. The walk on grass verges with long grass and no pavements next to a busy A road is difficult and potentially dangerous. She was waiting for her new car to be delivered and as there is no public transport available until later morning she just had to walk to work….I was happy to give her a lift, even though Dorothy never stopped barking.
I remember just a few years ago now when Aunty Gladys was in her late nineties and starting to get a bit confused she once set out on a dark winters morning to walk to the doctor’s surgery on the same road.
Luckily two “ delightful “ policemen picked her up and took her home before disaster occurred
Bluebell has her main service and Mot next week.
She has served me well for the past few years
And I hope she will last me a few more