Day 314: Rivulets

Hiya. Just been dropped off by Steve, in time to nip into Sainsbury's for a cheese and onion roll and a microwave meal before it closes. Living the dream. "Why not get some nougat?" Steve asks, incongruously, as he forces the van up the hill. That Steve. Where does he get his wild notions? Nougat indeed.

Another long day, four hours in the van, breaking down a display and hauling it across the venue floor on groaning trolleys and into lifts operated by old black guys speaking broken English, down to the car park, hoisting the blocks and sheets and panels up into the van's cooly lit hollow interior. Finally hoisting ourselves into the cab, and four hours back up the M1 and North and home.

The rain running in rivulets down a lorry's dark tarpaulin. Men in hi-vis vests sheltering under doorways. Radio 2 right through the evening. Steve and John discussing golf, boosted Ladbrokes bets, football, more golf. Greggs sarnies and sausage rolls and fizzy pop on the road.

Going to bed now, got a 10 hour shift in the pub tomorrow. Yeeeuch. Laters taters x