Interesting Days with Man Flu

It's been an interesting few days this past week. I felt rough as a badgers arse which didn't help with a nightmare of a sore throat, from Tough Mudder I think, followed by a bad bout of man flu, which is still giving me gyp nearly a week after contracting this vicious disease.
From a driving point of view, even though I have nearly been at death's door on a few occasions, I refused to give in and have been at work every single day. which, I have to say, has had it's interesting moments.

I was doing some general haulage work for a local firm the first few days last week, mostly local work around the Eastleigh area collecting pallets for night trunks and next day groupage but on the Wednesday I was sent down to deepest Dorset, Wimborne, to load some plants for Hilliers. It was one of their suppliers I had to collect from and on finding their large green houses down some un-named country lane, I was told that they were still waiting for the plants and it would be a couple of hours yet. Did that mean they were still waiting for them to grow!!

3 hours later and the smallest tractor you've ever seen, almost like one of those airport tugs that they use for pulling the baggage trolleys, pitched up with a couple of geezers. On the front of the tractor was a huge radio tuned to Radio 6 that was turned all the way up to 11 and on the trailer, I use that term loosely, were a few plants. Now after having sat bored out of my tiny mind for 3 hours this I thought was going to be quite interesting as it turned out that I'd parked next to a potting type shed. However, it wasn't. In fact, the activities that followed turned out to be even more boring that sitting doing nothing, that's how boring they were. And to top it off, on Radio 6 was one of the most pretentious music interviews I've ever heard. 

Anyway, after this flurry of activity in the huge horticultural space located in the middle of nowhere, I decided to go and ask chief potting shed geezer how much longer it would be before the plants I was loading would have finished growing and I could begin to load. He informed me that my load had just turned up on the back of the tractor.

6 Trolleys

Yup, the load that I had patiently waited 3 hours for consisted of 6 trolleys, which could have easily fitted into the back of a transit van. 

The rest of the week was a little bit more entertaining. I was back on boxes (containers) and the first day involved going through Dunkirk, the one in South Gloucestershire, to make a delivery and the second day proved to be another tight squeeze at a house move.

Dunkirk

 

Told you it was tight.

And.........unload