The Importance of Being Idle

Road To Nowhere

The run down to Plymouth was exhausting. It wasn't difficult in any other way, I knew exactly where I was going and such, but the length of the journey and the length of the day just made it so tiring. I left home just after 5am, and got back again just after 5pm; with the exception of a few rest stops and the time spent for the delivery itself, that's almost a solid twelve hours of driving.
That's really been the sum of my day; a lot of driving. I knew what I was letting myself in for when I took the job, and I wanted the extra hours for next week, so it's all good, but damn am I tired!
The journey was made harder by the huge number of caravans that appeared after about nine o'clock (a more civilised time to be on the road to be sure) and the surprisingly large number that blew over or over-turned taking their cars with them! Maybe it was just a bad day weather wise, or maybe there were a lot of amateur caravanners out there today, but it seemed like every few miles there was another one (although realistically it was probably only two or three, it somehow contrived to feel like a lot).
And that was my day. I could mention how easy it was to get onto a naval base on a high state of alert, how neither I nor my van were searched and how, after one visit there, I was admitted as an unescorted visitor, but we already know that delivery drivers can get in anywhere!
And now I'm off to bed before I fall asleep on the sofa, again!

posted by BadMonkey @ 10:43 PM