Confessions Of A Taxi Driver

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I love the end of the week because, well, it’s the end of the week. I also hate the end of the week because from Thursday morning through to Saturday afternoon I hardly leave my car. I already have the pot-belly so all I would need is a wooden bead car seat, a bad attitude and the ability to take the longest route and I could stick a light on the car and charge.

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Thursday morning Molly needs to be at school by 8.00 am for the Creative Generations choir.

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After school on Thursday it is off to netball for training. I head home to organise tea…

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…which she eats in the car on the way to scouts. Netball finishes at 6.00pm and scouts starts at 6.30pm and in that half an hour she needs to have a shower and anyone who has a twelve year old girl would know their showers are long enough to have entered a new phase in the earth’s evolutionary history.

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Friday morning both Molly and Lulu are up early so they can be at school by 7.00am. I enjoy this day as I come home and enjoy my breakfast in peace and quite.

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If there is a scout camp on the weekend then Friday night is spent packing for it.

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If no scout camp then Saturday morning we go to Aikido.

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After Aikido she has half an hour before sign on for netball. I head home for a quick coffee before heading back to barrack for my hero during her game.

Back home on Saturday afternoon I feel a little like a rebel without a cause and then this…

“MUM, Genna wants me to go and play. Can you drop me off?”

Do you feel like an unpaid, under-appreciated, taxi driver?


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