The next day was again one of those frustrating mornings, as Liz just gave me a lot of lip when I tried to wake her up. I actually knew that she would not be able to rise and shine, but I am a very optimistic woman, and hoped for the best.
After we came back the previous day, Liz insisted on going out for the night, but Stornaway was the nearest place for having dinner, and as I was not registered to drive Liz's car, we decided to phone a taxi to come and pick us up, and bring us back. liz would just not compromise on her drinks, and by that I mean, a whiskey on sitting down, another one while we wait for our orders to be taken, the choosing of a meal taking ages, then a wine with her starter, a wine with her main meal, sometimes two, then one with the pud, and a whiskey to finish the meal. Then it was a small espresso laced with another whisky, and the meal was complete.Usually by this time Lizzy was nicely sozzled, and ready for pub crawling.
Back in out village i was always the designated driver when we went out to another village or town for dinner, as I love a red wine with my meal, but are not at all a heavy drinker.
Anyhow, by seven we were ready and raring to go, but outside it was pouring with a cold windblown rain, and the ground was soggy from the deluge, and the taxi driver did not at all looked happy when he eventually arrived, telling us that we would have to move the car so that he could turn around. It was hazardous to drive up the wee road leading to the house, as I had a look that first day, trying to walk across from us to the sea, and had fallen in a lot of boggy holes before I realised that the whole area was one soggy mess.That meant that the car's wheels had to absolutely stay on the track, or one was in for a spot of trouble.
What Lizzie intended or thought I will never fathom out, as all the time till now she had asked me to reverse the car out, too scared to do it herself, and also too scared to try and turn it around. But that was in broad daylight! Now, with already I think three reds behind her, she insisted to turn the car herself, and I thought that no ways am I going in that car with her, so I got into the taxi., from where the taxi man and self watched in wonder as the green car did the most fantastic things, first jumping about two feet before the enjin stopped, then it started again, and the car went forward and backwards, sending huge amounts of mud up in the sky, the enjin screeching dementedly! And then the exact thing that I feared for happened, and we just saw the two right sided wheels disappearing into a big boggy hole as Lizzie apparently lost control.
The taxi driver was in awe, and he asked me whether Liz could actually drive a car!
But we were in a spot of trouble, and so was the taxi, as it was too dangerous to try and reverse in the dark, the little road being hardly wide enough for the wheels, and the poor man couldn't get out if Liz's car was in the way, and that it surely was
So he suggested that he would help push the car out of the bog, but only after asking me whether I could drive, if I went behind the wheel. It was one mammoth task, as Liz was not much use, so the man walked over to the closest house to ask for help, and after a struggle, with Liz more of a liability than a help, the car was out, and the taxi driver parked it so as to leave enough space for him to turn around.
By this time, muddy and wet, and bally cross, I was ready for my bed, but Liz put up such a bally show, that we asked the taxi to wait, and we had a quick wash and change, and off we went!.
We got home not too late, the taxi man having informed us that he won't drive us after eleven, but that was long enough for my dear friend to really have a go with the whisky!