A Week In The Life Of.

Monday

Monday mornings arrived again,
Getting out of bed is such a pain,
Looking around to see whats going on,
Why did I bother comming here at dawn?
To wander round in a trance like state,
To see whats happening we must wait,
Right now guys heres the plan,
Fix the exhaust on that campervan,
It took off down the hill alone,
While the owner was on the phone,
You might say that makes no sense,
Knocking down the garden fence,
She was in the dining room,
Heard a clatter then a boom,
Looked outside upset to see,
Her motorhome had hit a tree,
Please don't make the same mistake,
Remember, pull on your handbrake.

The afternoon went quite well,
As far as I can tell,
Joined wires on Hardies coach together,
Whilst outside enjoying the weather,
Went home half 4 the lawn did mow,
Then into the shower I did go,
I washed and scrubbed the grime away,
Then did suduko of the day.
Was in my bed for half past ten,
Tomorrow it starts all over again.




Tuesday.

Most people want to blether,
About this terrible awful weather,
It has happened in the past,
This unseasonal forcast,
So put the shades and tent away,
Till another sunny day,
Put the sunscreen in the bin,
And get the woolies on again.

When buses come in we have a raid,
To see how much money can be made,
By searching in unknown spaces,
Also in unlikely places,
For coins and notes we look hard,
To finance the next scratchcard,
This one disappointed me,
We just found pennies 53.

Wednesday.

Today we are off on a spree,
Big Hamish and me,
In a small red Citroen car,
Heading through Angus to Forfar,
Collecting a Daf horsebox lorry,
That got involved in a forray,
The rear door is all bent,
That is why we are being sent,
All the way from Torrance town,
So that we can take it down,
To make it better than anew,
Coz thats what we get paid to do.

Oh dear me, what a fuss,
Working on a Lothian bus,
Hit at the electrics near,
At the front, not the rear,
Can we fix it? yes we can,
Just like we did the Asda van.

Thursday.

Thursday at last,
This week went fast,
Stirling is our destination,
We have driven quite far,
In a small Clio car,
To a hairdressers near the station,
Springkerse estate is our aim,
A place that they claim,
Commerce is the norm,
The purpose of this trip,
Is to collect a truck that hit a skip,
And to get it back in top form.


Friday.

Fridays come around once more,
At two o'clock we are out the door,
Lots of little jobs to do,
It goes in fast this is true,
Put wheeltrims on an open topper,
The seasons here for you to stop her,
For tours around the dear green place,
For McKerralls truck we must find a space,
Somewhere on the workshop floor,
This place is packed out to the door,
Put that Stagecoach bus outside,
Itll be a while till you can ride,
Round and round the Ayrshire ways,
The parts wouln't be here for a few days,
A First bus with an electric task,
Its been here a while so I must ask,
Whats the great big hold up there?
Its been in here since Glasgow fair,
Am off it now, its almost two,
Lets hurry home so I can do,
The thing that I like doing best,
Having a well earned weekend rest.

Saturday.

Saturday now delivering,
I hope that telephone will ring,
All night long, going strong,
I will happily bring along,
Your omelette or chicken curry,
I will take it in a hurry,
Straight up to your front door,
See you tomorrow for some more,
Chinese food is very tasty,
We cook and deliver very hasty.

Sunday.

Sunday now, just no pressure,
An Easter day of total pleasure,
Chocolate eggs to be eaten,
A day like this just cant beaten,
Breakfast first, then Asda store,
To buy some things, maybe more,
All the goods to use and eat,
At prices that are hard to beat,
Then I may just cook some food,
Some nourishment will do me good,
A meal for one put on the stove,
Then off to work again I drove,
The fast food deliveries once more,
Bringing hot food to your door,
Finish off at twelve, midnight,
Happy the evening went alright.

So there we've had a week of rhymes,
Documenting exciting times,
Despite all the toil and strife,
Do I have a fruitful life?
At times there seems to be no lull,
There will be soon, am off to Mull,
We are off up there, the 25th day,
5 days of music, dance and play,
It'll not be long till we are merry,
The minute we step on the Oban ferry.