Learning to cope
My first job was driving for Red Diesel Inverness and it involved exactly what you’d think the job of driving around delivering fuel would involve: I’d drive for a couple of hours, turn up at a farm and deliver the pay-load. I’d have a chat with the farmer or the farmer’s wife and then I would be on my way.
Only sometimes there are…how can I put this…interruptions. One such thing happened one fateful day in 2007 and I could barely sleep for weeks after…
I was late to deliver the payload, so when I arrived at the farm I was sure I’d be in for hassle. But instead of getting hassle, I got a farmer’s daughter running out of the farmhouse towards me. She smiled and said she had been expecting me, and in that moment I fell in love…
it was when I was putting the hose back and bidding the farmer’s daughter farewell that I ran into trouble