End of the road for my life in a taxi
NEARLY 19 years ago in a very wet February, I began life with Gilberts Taxis.
My wife travelled with Gilberts to and from Grove Farm where she worked, from our home in Chesham. The mud of the farm gave me that job immediately.
Through the years I have learned dozens of ways to get to our airports but initially I spent more time in London than Chesham, usually with parcels rather than people.
No computers nor sat navs in those times but I was brilliant at geography and map reading and got on famously with a lot of very pleasant and interesting customers.
The schoolchildren from five to 17 along the way, were both good and unfortunate.
The latter didn’t last too long in my car. Proud of my family of three kids, I had rules that even some adults hadn’t heard of (not allowed those now though, I think it was called discipline).
Most of the passengers that got to know me understood that I never stopped talking.
They weren’t listening and only woke up to tell me when I had made a wrong turn or had stopped at Waitrose and not Sainsbury’s.
The Gilbert office members all know how good I am with these new devices – computers.
“Don’t you want to retire?” was heard frequently. I have been lucky to meet many nice people, most with families and many who were extremely generous.
I have worked with some great colleagues at Gilberts and also many with other companies all of whom I shall miss.
Lastly, my thanks to the Gilbert family who have tried not to notice my age, my excuses and my appreciation of time. I have enjoyed all of my days with you all and wish you all success and good fortune, thank you all.
TONY WALKER Chesham