long week was spent in Wales. I 've been there 4 times in the last week.

All four times I have been to Magor just off the M4, all at the Wilkinson's depot and all at the ridiculous time of 6 am.

Two of the delivery's were for 1 plt at a time.

After the Wilkinson's I went on to the Air craft component factory for a 7.30 delivery, they didn't open until 8.30 and they didn't come out of the tea room until 9 am.



I saw an amazing factory in the hills,completely abandoned and in ruins.

I was up in the hills for a large part of the day and the only things around were the sheep, even if they were trying to hide.




I soon flushed them out.It really was amazing up there and to be getting paid to see it was a bonus.



Some of the roads were better than others .

This is what was eventually delivered , the picture was taken before it left for Wales though.

This was Cardiff in the morning when things were looking pretty bad, luckily the weather got a lot better.One road I went down took me twenty minutes to get out of. Backwards!


I should of followed this trucks idea and stayed put.

One of my delivery's was next door to a very busy printers, they just had a big order for 25 Billion...


This is where all the angry welsh farmers hang out.

I didn't spend all week in Wales, I escaped once to the sea side for another of our regular Trunks to hunstanton and found most of it still open.


I parked up here and watched this guy unload a few cars while I had my 45 minute break and ate some fried chicken from Tesco.

I overtook this on the way.

Some of the weird factory's on the estate included a cold storage place and this gruesome looking business.
Another Welsh trip took me Asda in Cardif, but you wouldn't recognise it.
My last day including a Saturday trip from Newcastle to home was in the company of a couple of lovely looking ladies...


and an Angel.I slept in the lorry at a place called the Stockyard, a truck stop on the M18 that is a pub with a massive parking area for trucks.

Its a very busy bar that serves a full carvery every night as well.

I was back on the road for 4 am though because I had to get back and pick up another loaded truck to take some stuff to a bank in a village near us.

It was an AM delivery and I was doing great until....
Yeah , ripped the whole front off the truck on a bollard after pulling out of the bay I was parked in.

I have no defense and rang the boss straight away, luckily his phone was engaged.

I delivered the load and then rang again and he seemed to take it pretty well.

I'm glad it wasn't my lorry but I am sorry for the driver its not nice to leave your truck on the Friday and find it wrecked on the Monday morning.

It was an accident but I should of been more careful and adjusted my seat and mirrors when I got in the truck instead of just bombing off and not checking my blind spots.

I was cheered up to see this crash on the way back home though.

I was feeling sorry for myself on the way back to the yard to show the boss's( yeah they were all there) when I went past this.
It was in the ditch with a policeman and looked pretty smashed up. I think its a TVR.

It put my front bumper into perspective anyway.

Ill leave you with this joke from MOTO motorway services.

After the weekend from hell I was looking forward to a nice easy Monday run up Oldham and then a few drops to Acrington and then Midlewich to a building site on the A530.

The drops were really easy but they did involve a visit to Shaw, the biggest warehouse in Europe that is operated by Shopping Direct for Littlewoods.

Its an old mill and looks like something out of Charles Dickens.

I have never seen such old fashioned loading bays.

When you finally get backed onto them the unloader doesn't pull the pallets off, they unpack every pallet and send the goods down on a conveyor belt.

My box's didn't pass the size criteria which is 300 cm square so it was all rejected.

Great news when the rest of your loads are all tail lift jobs.
I did find these imprisoned TR7's that needed a little TLC.


The next few places were building sites and I had trouble getting the goods off because of these opened up and loose pallets so it was all going to have to be handball.

I was then due in a Somerfield on the M6 and that's when every thing unravelled.

I had one pallet and it had one box on it.

Razors, no wonder they cost so much .

It took me hours and hours to get unloaded and then get all the paperwork back.

I went to use the toilet here and found that someone had removed it.

This was the other toilet, not very safe.
and no locks on the door.

Another example of second rate services.

But Somerfield seem to think its funny

While I was waiting for Somerfield to release me I was told by the boss that The forklift driver at my next drop was finishing at 4 pm so I would have to park up near the drop and tip in the morning.

That's great.

"Find a layby" he said, Er no I got three pallets of ipods and a pair of bulging curtains saying "Here, Look at me"

I don't fancy being a victim thanks very much.

I drive to Lymm Services and I was really impressed.

It was like a little village , A lorry drivers oasis.

Everything you need is there, safe (ish) parking facilities including 24 hour restaurant, and a bar.

The MacDonald's was just around the corner and even the toilet facilities were passable, apart from a few dubious holes drilled in nearly every cubicle, what's all that about?

I had a decent rest and didn't hear any fridges or trailer changes at all and woke up at 6 to get yesterdays drops off.

When I found the building site I was told they dont even have a forklift, we had to handball all 20 concrete posts off the side and over to the place they wanted them..... "Forklift, ha" they said.

I collected my load for today from this place where the boss has immaculate taste in cars.

When I looked at my notes I noticed it was going to Wales for 6 am !

It went here . lots of pics because it was a two hour wait.




The rest of the day was spent getting back from Wales and putting up with with dick head lorry drivers.

I was passing this slow container truck on the hills and when it came to a slight slope he came
flying past me and then sat next to me to leave me hanging time and time again.


That's not all he left hanging by the looks of it.

I left him to it and sat on 50 the rest of the way up the M5. Ill leave the petty minded behaviour to the small men in big trucks.

I'm happy with my 12 toner.

I'm comfortable in my skin.

Rejected , refused , sent packing, what a waste!

First Day out in the 18 tonner for weeks and it turned out to be another 15 pallet, 15 drop day.

It was all around the villages of Leicestershire including a few very pretty, but also very tiny farms.



The pallet for this farm was the size of a cowpat but I had to go through three sets of electric gates, down a long drive, past this house and into the courtyard beyond to deliver it.

My next delivery couldn't of been any more different.

It was only a few miles away but before I could get into the premises I had to wait to be directed past ....... A train !!


The man in the Hi Viz is very important, he waves his arms as you go by and without him you wouldn't be able to get past. Honest.!


I had loads of other encounters throughout the day but most happen so fast they are hardly worth speaking about so a few pictures will speak for me.

Instead of a car of the day I have decided to award a Hedge of the day today.

This was my last drop of the day before a collection of crimble cakes that filled the truck up and had me sweating in the back loading them off the back door with a pallet truck.


This was going north today on the way to a complete waste of time.

For people of a sensitive disposition look away now because some RDC,s don't keep the bays as clean as they should do.

I was in Pontefract today at a budget supermarket at 6.30 am for a 7 am slot.

I was sent to the bay and had to pull right up to this lovely sight.

It was a squashed rabbit, right in line with Eddies front wheels.

I was in the 7.5 today again so I had a close up view of this poor little wabbit as the crows, picked and pecked over its corpse right in front of my windscreen.

I went into the goods in handed in the paperwork, signed my life away regarding the self tip policy that they have, and went and stood by my bay.

I pulled the pallets off and then waited next to them for grumpy, the dwarf to check them over and sign my release papers , (I mean my notes) and make my escape.

Well grumpy ummed and ehhrred and oohhhhd and ahhrred and then went to find somebody with more authority than him, (not hard I would imagine)

He eventually came back and  he had turned into Happ, Hurray I thought, at last I'm out.

I'm sorry to say that the reason for his complete change in persona from joyless porg into happy elf was to my downfall.

"Were refusing you drive" he said, with a smile on his face."We cant match the order numbers up".

"The boxes have 60 pieces in and our paperwork says they meant to have 20 in, they all gotta go back"

I went back out to the front and was handed  my keys. It was like a light had been shone on all the staff, I had unknowingly made all of their days.

They all looked, and acted, overjoyed.

There was nothing I could say.

They had made up their mind so it was time to call the boss and explain why I would be carrying an extra ton around with me for the rest of the day.

There was one thing I wish I had of said though. It went some thing like this.

"Stuff your stupid store , and for fuck sake, clean the dead rabbit off your bay!"

Saturday, 10 October 2009

The end of the week

Just a few pictures today of what I saw, a few simple delivery's and observations along the way.

I was at a Plumb centre in Gainsborough for 7 am and then due at Boots in Nottingham for 9. It was a bit tight making the time slot but this queue helped me out.
It was finally my turn and after being given a pager, I was sent to sit on a bay.

After a quick check for dead rabbits I parked up and waited.

I was supposed to pick up some more scattered neutrons for the power station on the way back home so I planned my route to minimise traffic because Nottingham is traffic hell.

I planned it past this power station . Ratcliffe. It was having the security upgraded.


I had to go back up to the airport for the neutrons and that took me past Donnington Park, New home of the British Grand Prix. I hope its better than the old one here


Parked up waiting to be loaded I found this camper van parked far to close to this lamp post for my liking.

I was finished by 12 o-clock and thought I was due an early finish since it was Friday but no.

I was to come back and get loaded for a drop in Boreham wood.

Welcome to the M1 on Friday afternoons.
These were taken on the way back up.

He wishes this was blurred by speed. I just couldn't get it focused properly.
This camper lives not far from our yard and I have to pass it most mornings on the way to work.

Tuesday, 13 October 2009

A week on the big stuff

I was on sick cover today and was expecting an early morning wake up call.

As it turned out I wasn't needed until 10.

I was finally given a lorry to drive at 11, it was a 26 tonner.

I was sent over to Burton on Trent for a 12.30 drop at Waterstones.
It was right next to my old friend the Coors Brewery.

After a bit of messing around with different departments I was unloaded .

After driving back with the orange light flashing and no one in the office willing to divulge the fuel card pin number I was heading for our fuel bunker in Lutterworth.

They were busy mending this trailer !!!

A huge hiss of air as I released the fuel cap told me I was pretty much running on fumes so the tank eventually took over 250 litres.


I rang the office and was told to come back and collect another lorry and take it to get loaded.

It was another 26 tonner, this time it was a Scania that normally carried one of our moffets.

I had it loaded and back within the hour and then just when I thought I would be finished I was given yet another wagon, this time it was an 18 ton Iveco stralis.
These are the gear controls on the Iveco.


I had to take it over to one of our high security customers and get loaded. I was given a security cord to wrap around the truck and left in this cage while they loaded it up.

The office rang and said I was taking the 26 tonner to Stoke and Stafford in the morning and that's where I am now, sat in Screwfix's driver room in stoke, locked out of my cab where I took the precaution of bringing my laptop with me just in case I was here a while.

The new rules at this depot mean you cant sit inside your cab while you are being tipped. The room is OK but If I didn't have this I would be struggling to entertain myself with this radio station playing Vera Lynn !..
This is what I would look like with a class One licence .!

I escaped from  the war years and now I'm at the other Screwfix depot in Stafford This time I'm allowed to sit in my cab.

I saw this appeal on the way.

I am on the bay and waiting for my green light to turn red.

A 30 minute break in Corley next to this poorly trailer.

I was called over to Coventry to load up for Citylink, next to the airport and was loaded by this forkie.

This is citylink and a load of empty forklifts all parked up.
You drive inside and then wait for them to unload you, and then Freedom !!

I went over to Wincanton to load a wagon for Thatcham and then I was allowed to go home early.

I'm going to Maccesfield in the morning in another Iveco stralis and then next Monday I get my own truck at last.


Its an Iveco Eurocargo 12 tonner on a 59 plate.

I have enjoyed driving the big trucks again but I will stick with the new Iveco for a while as it gives me stability and it also means I don't have to drag a massive bag around with me everday and search for a reg number in the dark anymore

Bay 13, Unlucky for some

"Its one Pallet" I said , "how long can it take?"






Back again !

I have been told its three loads on one pallet and is therefore causing the checkers a probleIm.
I was told by the checker , a very nervous looking individual that he would let me know when it was finished.

I had seen the checker walk past me and over to the other truck on the bay next to me. I assumed he would be true to his word and call me when he had finished checking my one pallet so I sat and waited as instructed.

I eventually went back in and found my paperwork and my keys sat on the ledge.

When I picked up my paperwork, hag said "We called you three times"

They seemed so thrilled with selves, the whole office, I was literally lost for words.









One pretty truck parked up even longer than I was.

I am doing the post backwards this week so here is the begginging of the week , before it all went wrong.

I love seeing the Army lorry's on the road , these lads were part of a massive convoy on the A 14 on Wednesday.

My last collection on Wednesday was here at Knights of Old.
A very rare sight these days , A real record shop, selling vinyl. Youngsters ask your dads.
A very trendy scrap yard in Daventry home of the trendiest working mans club as well


My Favourite RDC is Pearsons In Rugby, Penguin Books. Friendly staff, fast tips and free coffee machine.


I have read over this post since writing it on Friday when I was howling mad and I stand by every word.

I'm in my new permanent truck tomorrow so I hope I have a better day to report.

Thursday, 22 October 2009

New lorry, New runs

This was where we pick up the seats for CAT, this is the seat out of a digger.






















Nothing much happened today , I was out in a rented truck for a few hours and then judt had to hang around the yard doing a few minor collections and then home for 3 pm.

I have got my first night out on Friday though so I wont get back until Saturday morning.

Saturday, 24 October 2009

Friday night is . . . . .dirt night

Car of the day had to be this amazing Ford Cortina estate I found this morning .




I was sent up to Newcastle on Friday with 7 delivery's to make on the way up.
York, Scarborough, Stockton on tees, Billingham and then 3 in Newcastle.


This was the first drop in York.

I was supposed to get as far down as I could with whatever hours I had left and then park up for the night.


On Saturday I was to come back around 8 am and and do a few local delivery's .

I found a few nice sights along the way.
This was the christmas lights in Whitby

St James Park.




I want to focus on the facilities that truckers are asked to put with.

I am one of the lucky ones because my company actually pays for parking , whether empty or not, although what we are actually getting for our money is anybodies guess.

I went up as far as Cramlington but even though I had two hours driving left the A1 in Newcastle took most of those off me near the Angel of the North.

I had planned to get down the A1 and use one of the many truckers truck stops but I was forced into a Moto services called Barton.

This driver had the right idea , he was picked up by his Mrs and left the wagon where it was.

What a place, It was chaotic to say the least and very confusing for a first time visitor as well.

The cafe is on top of the hill and a BP garage lies at the bottom with a massive fuel bunker including Ad blue next to that.

There is a sign on the cafe door saying to pay for parking before you order any food, So I climb up the stairs and climb some more ...............

When I asked to pay for parking, the girl behind the counter tells me you have to pay at the garage, that's at the bottom of the stairs.

When I got back up to the cafe for the 2nd time I was ready to order but there was very little food on offer .

It was 5 o-clock on a Friday night, some would of thought peak time.

The special board was chicken tikka and rice so I chose that, mainly because I couldn't face a full breakfast which is all they seemed to be able to provide.

"We ain't got rice" said the unattractive and unhelpful girl behind the counter.

"You can have it with chips" she said.

How hard is rice to make then ? I wondered.

I declined her offer of any anything else and sat down.

I noticed everything closed at 9pm and wondered what facilities would be open after that time as I was planning on leaving at around 4 pm.

After finding the facilities I decided I was better off without them.

The cost of parking was £10 but the facilities were practically non existent, Actually I wished they were non existent.






£10, that included a £3.50 food voucher, but not a free shower. They actually wanted money to go in here!

I have to say that the place was a disgrace but the food that I had was actually quite tasty.

It might have something to do with the fact I hadn't eaten for 12 hours but I have to say I did enjoy the food
But regarding the facilities Ill leave the last word to Moto themselves.

With all the pictures I take during the lorry day, some always get left out so I have decided to feature a collage of them all at the beginning of my blog .


I was out in a 7.5 t (again) on Monday and had a fairly easy collection in Doncastor at Polypipe.



Every thing was very civilised and I was out in 20 minutes.

I saw this truck with a novel advertising slogan "The Only Thing We Don't Deliver" next to this picture of the baby.

I had a few local collections and then went and fuelled up the truck.

As usual my Nemesis was waiting for me at the fuel bunker.

I don't like dogs and dogs don't like me. They say dogs smell fear, well this dog must have a smellfest every time my truck pulls up.

He jumps up from wherever he is sitting and runs up to me, barking and snarling and basically showing off.

My heart is always racing and I try to laugh it off and say things like hear boy , and nice doggy but he never falls for it , he just barks louder.

I hope his bark is worse than his bite.




After my run in with the devil dog I was sent to collect a load for the next day that was going to a Nuclear power station at the end (or beginning depending on your personal north- south divide) of England in Kent.

I was briefed before the visit by the boss and kitted out in full PEP kit, hard hat,gloves, glasses, ear defenders and hi viz.

I looked like Homer Simpson although a lot slimmer and only a little bit yellower.

After the long drive up to the power station and the reassuring signs saying I was in a nature reserve and a place of outstanding beauty and not a Nuclear reactor site, I saw the start of the line.

The first pylon in England, the beginning of a link that makes its way to a field near my house and beyond.

I thought it was rather exciting.


To get unloaded I had to find my way to sub station B, hanger 7 along the path marked park energy routing zone and park at the double gates. easy !

An hour later I was still waiting. I had actually ran out of hours on site having arrived after a 4 hour and 17 minute drive down from Leicester.


When they eventually turned up to unload me I asked them what I was delivering.

Something called Scattered Neutrons. They sit in the nuclear reactor like a sort of filter and they are replacing all of them.

I had brought Three down with me and the took up all the space on a 7.5 t.

They cost £50,000 each (before delivery) and there are roughly 800 in the reactor.

Looks like our firm will be busy for while yet then.


Car of the day today on the way back up from Kent.




Im in an 18 tonner tommorw and its on Palletways so a nice late start (8 am) hence thats why I could post this tonight.



PS couldnt resit another collage sorry.

The new conspicuity regulations are the last straw for me. The last morsel of respect I have for the rule makers in this industry has now gone.
 
I see 'they' (Paul Clark) are now talking about deferring the introduction of these regulations because of the cost to industry. Have 'they' gone completely insane? The cost of a few stickers is infinitesimal on the price of a new truck.
What really gets me is the total lack of thought that is behind this. In the past we have had extra lights and reflectors added, fair enough, but now we have to have reflective stickers to show the outline. How far away do you need to be able to see the side of a truck, the next county? The motorway at night is going to be ablaze with lights! You probably won't notice the cars and what chance have motorbikes got?
 
What about the real 'knights of the road' that have been so completely ignored. The best people in this industry. The people that have pride in their work and the trucks they drive! How's Captain Scarlet or the Lord of the Rings going to look with a bloody great reflective stripe through the middle of them? I spoke to one such driver, after admiring his truck, the other day. He said, *&%£ that, they're not going on.
 
And the RHA say it's too small an issue to get involved. How pompous of them. Like they are doing other things!
 
What about a bigger issue for them like - priority for trucks leaving service areas? Or is that too small too. . What about the first 18 year old to kill a family when he rolls his truck onto them at a roundabout because he's playing boy racer's. That must also be too small. The reduced age limited happened in the blink of an eye because the industry will be desperate for drivers in a few years and it is taking desperate measures to recruit them. Methods commonly used in other industries are not the way. (ie. Training/Youth opportunities)
I don't know many people that wanted to be career drivers. I got my licence in 1984 because I heard you could earn £500pw driving to Italy. (Plus c'est change. . )
Others I know drove to finance studies or wanted to pay their mortgage off in 5 or 10 years.
 
Create an industry where you can earn £1000 pw driving (eg. minimum haulage rate) and employers will be able pick the 'wheat from the chaff' and pride and professionalism will be restored naturally. Instead it is being imposed on us through the Driver CPC (The Emperors New Clothes) and more oppressive rules and regulations than you can shake a stick at.

John English has been trading for 20 years, mainly international work but more recently in the UK. he runs 4 Scania artic trucks, all unmarked white, His drivers are all British drivers with around 20 years' experience.

 

 

 

It was a lovely day and I got around really easily considering I didn't have a clue where I was going.

I planned my routes instead of following the route.
I went deep into Wales and as I found my way around without the Sat Nav, my confidence grew.

I missed all the other things that I usually plug into the truck like my DAB radio and my ipod but listening to local radio was interesting.

I heard Michael Chopra saying he was feeling confident about breaking his 8 game goal drought for Swansea and when I got home I heard he scored 4 times.

I was back in time for my dentist appointment.

I had booked an evening visit.

The dentist sat me down and extracted a tooth. I wished I was still lost in the Valleys.

I spent my break periods looking for the fuse box in the truck and when I found it and also found out that nothing was wrong with the fuses I reported it to our workshop as a fault.

Now when I got back into the yard, I was expecting the team to swarm all over my truck like Lewis Hamiltons pit crew, fix me up and send me back out in the morning like a champion, but all I got was a trainee mechanic, with the wrong screw driver asking me where the manual to the truck was!

It was eventually checked over and I was told that since there was power going to the socket,they couldn't find anything wrong with it,even though it didn't work and since it was a part they didn't stock , it would have to stay broke.

Now I am usually in a truck for a day of two but this week lucky me, I am in this all week.

Here is a useless piece of plastic called a tom tom.

And here is where it used to live.

I was in the London for the rest of the week and making good use of my otherwise redundant A-Z.

One place I had to find was the tube station in Acton.

These guys couldnt count and had to unpack all the track and count each and every peice.

I found a van with the most immaculate bathroom facilities. yes I said bathroom facilities.

No matter what kind of day your having I find a good Polar bear picture can always lift your mood.

A car of the day wasn't going to make it on the road anytime soon.

Sat Nav mark two fails to live up to the challenge of Zero power in Reigate.



But then I find a tiny sanctuary in West London called Stockley Park , home of BP and other blue chip company's like Apple and Sharp,where I was heading to.




I couldn't believe it when I was in reception asking for the goods in office.

A breathless man rushed in, he was wearing a cycling helmet and all sorts of security paraphernalia on a massive belt.

He also wore the obligatory hi viz flashing crossing his body and an earpiece.

I panicked thinking it was the police and because he was breathlessly mouthing at me I assumed someone had been tampering with the lorry.

Eventually his red cheeks paled and he managed to speak.

"Your Parked on the grass" he said.

"pardon"

"Your Wheels , there on the grass" he said again.

"Oh" I thought it might of been on fire or something the way you way you rushed in like that " I told him.

"You can't park there" said Robo- Warden.

I smiled to myself, said sorry and reversed to where I had been directed.

You cant ever win so why compete?

A trip back up the motorway and a diversion to our Reading yard on the way home took me past a lot of military vehicles.




The reason I was sent to reading was, A factory near us in Leicester had a collection they needed bringing up to them that day urgently. I was finished in London so I picked it up around 1 pm.

It was going here where the road was closed. I eventually picked my way around the schoolkids and the parked cars on the diversion route and told the security office what I had.
"Oh great" he said "they been waiting for that"

"Park up on the left and they'll be with you" he said.

I parked up next to an empty arctic that was being loaded with empty pallets.

An hour later I was parked up next to a half empty arctic that was being loaded very slowly and very neatly with empty pallets.

I asked the forklift driver if I was in the right place to be tipped with the Reading stuff they had wanted.

"We've been waiting for that" he said.

Priceless.

I live about ten minutes drive from this factory and it was the one place that had held me up all day.

From London to reading, Thatcham and back home again.

Friday I was in Twikenham, after my dailey commute to Reigate and I was getting the hang of not using the sat nav, (well not on the straight bits, I just used it on the bendy roads)
and found this grand looking building.



I had to drop three pallets off just next door to the home of English Rugby. It looked very intimidating , all concrete and glass.

I couldnt resit this picture of a plane landing on the roof of this lorry as I made my way back home.

Up the M40 this time and past my car of the week.

Most cars have matching interior to the bodywork but this car has a matching driver to the interior !




But is he happy?

I think so YES.

I cleaned and polished the inside of the lorry of as per the instructions on the orange stickers before handing the keys back in to the transport office.

I am in the rented truck again next week and I just hope I never see that accoustic truck ever again.

The dafftest drop I do

Two cars of the day:

This Bentley was better in real life


and this Range Rover went on and on and on ...........




I went to a regular drop we do In Swiss Cottage London in a ridiculous location.


The shop is here at the end of this tunnel.


We have to park here on these lines. and deliver these.

This is the warning.


and this is the man putting on the ticket.

and this is the ticket.and that's the routine at that delivery every day of the week.

London .

I went to the Heathrow drop again today and then home. A short break on the M1 and a wait for an easy collection and I was done.

I did see a CO-OP lorry stating the bleeding obvious.

Return of the nerds

The blogger wont let me move the pictures around for some stupid reason.
This car was car of the day. An Audi S5,It was matt black and looked fantastic but the photo came out crap, sorry.

I was in middle England today and I have to say to, as pretty as it is. It is as boring as hell.

No one was stroppy, rude or ignorant.

there was nothing to complain about or even take pictures of.

I saw thatched cottage after thatched cottage.

I took pictures of sheep and trees in desperation just because there was nothing else happening.


I was out from 5 am until 5.15 pm and, other than carrying out my delivery's, absolutely nothing happened.

Even the radio was boring today.

I had made a CD to play in the truck but even that failed to help entertain because my youngest had been seen polishing the kitchen floor with it on Sunday afternoon and it skipped incessantly all afternoon.

Even the pallets to middle England were boring. 7 pallets, 7 drops.
Here we go...................


First drop at 7 am Plumb center in Biscter.
The next drop was a regular customer in Thame.


A slighter more interesting sight of a mini in the air at BMW factory in Oxford.
Everything looked pretty and neat in middle England even the security huts.

This was the loading bay at Canon in Milton Park Abingdon.
Here are the village pictures.


See I told you it was pretty but boring.......

This was the last commercial drop, the rest were private houses do I didn't take any photo's After this I was free to make my way back to reality.

I was so bored I even sat behind the ugliest camper van in the world while it navigated these country lanes at 30 MPH.

And I practically raced to get behind this when I spotted it after taking a pit stop.

I'm back in North London tomorrow for what must be one of the most ridiculous drops in History