All righty then…You asked for it…
Vesuvius part two…or ‘Thar she blows’!!..
Admist continual rumblings, mutterings and general ‘Muttley’ like utterances we ‘put the hammer down’ and load 327 tires…(every 50 or so being colourfully described with a different adjective)…We get done in a new world record time!
Tellng Rob to; “Chill baby!”…I make the call to the TM, “Sorry Guv, no way can we get to Bury and back to the farm in time to tip and get to Spalding to retrieve Rob’s car before they shut at 6:30!”…Thumbs up and a grin from Rob (may be hope yet, I think to myself)…“OK. No worries…ermm let me call you back in 2 minutes, OK?”
I give Rob a ■■■ and tell him that the TM will call us back in a couple of minutes…“Oh yeah”, he says. " You can bet your ■■■ we’ll have to make another pickup; Probably in bloody Milton Keynes or somewhere stooopid like that!!"…grumble, grumble, mutter, mutter…His ears are now glowing brighter than the ■■■ end and everywhere he paces, the snow melts!! 
LOL
Phone warbles…It’s the TM…“No problem with Bury. Rescheduled for Friday”…I give Rob a thumbs up…“But…(Oh crap! Here it comes!!!)…could you just nip to Bacton and pickup a few; since you are in the area anyway? Company is…Address is…Post code is…Think it’s about 60 tyres or so”…“Ok.”, I say. “Will do. But would you please ring Hill Hire and make sure that somebody will stay to let us in, to get Rob’s car, or we’ll be buggered when we get there!!” (Thinking to myself, “Bacton; Where in Hell’s name is Bacton? Thought it was up on the coast somewhere! Surely he wouldn’t do that to us?”)…“Consider it done!”, says he…
Cringing…and partially hiding behind the corner of the wagon…LOL…I relay the info to Rob; fully expecting an explosion measurable in kilotons…But he merely snarls “Oh why the F…k not?”…gets in the wagon and ‘emphatically’ closes the door!.. 
I pull out the trusty map and look up Bacton…Oh FFS!! It is on the coast about 12 miles the other side of bloody Cromer!! That makes it about 25 miles from the last pickup…in the wrong direction!!..And, and, and…it’s one of those places that ‘you just can’t get there from here’!!..Dreading the worst, I break the news to Rob…He merely grunts!..LOL…So off we go…
In deathly silence…LOL…We wind our way up to Bacton, pull up outside the garage and look at the pile of tyres…If that’s sixty, I’ll eat my shorts!..Just to add to the fun and frivolity; It’s now also… ‘Rainin’ like a cow ■■■■■■■ on a flat rock’…Oh joy! Oh Bliss!!
By now; I am getting ‘a little irked’ at the constant negativity and continuous whinging. So, having backed the truck up to the pile, I decide to myself; “Right; He wants to get 'em on quick; I’ll give him quick!!”…And I do…
He climbs in the back and I start ‘slinging’ the tyres to him and I mean slinging them as fast as I could…I was picking up two, three and even four at a time and hurling them onto the tail lift and into the back of the wagon…He is stacking and weaving frantically…and building up one heck of a sweat…So was I …LOL… But I was buggered if I was gonna give in first!! 
So I just dug deep and ‘kicked it up another gear!’…By now; it looked like some sort of ‘Manic giant black rubber frisbee competition’!!..Finally…Thank God!!..He says…“All right! All right!..I get the point!!” and; to give credit where due…He laughs…“I guess I asked for that. Didn’t I?”…“Yes you bloody did!!”, I somehow manage to gasp!!..Silence…Then we both dissolve into fits of laughter!!
Turns out there were 165 ‘frisbees’ and we cram 'em in and button up…Paperwork done…cheque received…It is now after 5:00…Away we go…
To avoid rush hour in Norwich; we wind our way onto the ‘coast road’ through Cromer and head down the A148 through Fakenham to Kings Lynn…Jump onto the A47 to Peterborough, A15 Market Deeping, A16 to the farm…Turns out to be almost 100 miles…We arrive at 8:00 in the pitch dark…Nobody there to help us at that time of day…Sod it!! Rather than unload into a pitch dark ‘artic’ trailer…We don’t have time…I back up to the ‘Baler’ and we literally sling 'em out the back into a big pile…Bollox to the mud!! 
Anyway; the rain’ll wash 'em off!!..LOL
8:45 We ‘crank it’ and head for Spalding…then…finally…we’ll get to go HOME!!..yaaaaaaaaay!
We pull into Hill Hire’s yard at 9:10…PSSSSSSSHT!!..Did I happen to mention?..I still love that sound!!..LOL…and, after the appropriate entries, I finally pull my card at 9:15 p.m.
14:45 Duty time…6:52 Driving…2:05 Rest & POA…5:48 Other work!
Rob now offers to drive me home…But…I am soooo tired of listening to the moaning and groaning…After a few miles on the A17; I tell him to drop me at the McDonalds near Sutton Bridge; since he lives just a couple of miles from there…“Ruth, my Fiancee, will pick me up there”., I tell him…“You sure?”, he asks. “I don’t mind taking you home. After all, you’ve put up with me all day!”…“No thanks mate I’ll be fine. I’ll have a cuppa java and by the time I finish it, she’ll be there. You get on home to the family…been a long enough day!”…
“Not sure if I’m comin back tomorrow.”, he says. “I’ll have to talk it over with the missus. If I decide to ‘Jack it’, I’ll call and let you know’”…Blimey! …“OK Bud; but don’t do anything too rash…It won’t be like this everyday!”…
He drops me at Mickie D’s…Once he pulls away; The silence is so profound that I begin to wonder whether I have gone deaf!!..So I walk inside to make sure!!..LOL
One luvverly cup of joe later; SWMBO pulls up as I stand in the rain, having a ■■■…I gratefully climb in…“Hi Baby! Thanks for comin’ to get me. I really appreciate it!”…
She says…"You’re not gonna believe what a bad day I have had!..
OH F…K ME!!..I should have walked!!!..
Your TM really loved you today!
