I was a litle worried about touching much in the van as it was really grubby but lucky for me they obviously don't have many passengers in their vans as the passenger seat was the cleanest spot in the cab. Hubby said he'd picked the cleanest van they had, he could have picked one with tiger print seat covers and three inch of cig ash on the floor SO glad he didn't bring that one home lol. Still I wished I'd had some flash wipes with me so I could have given it a good wipe down.
Once at mums we got the sofas out and into the van with only a few minor injuries and quite a few giggly 'to me, to you's' (chuckle brothers we pinched your line) and off to the dump we bumped.
|To me ... To you|
There were four council workers at the skip so hubby went over to check which of the skips we should put the sofas in and then we started unloading the cushions into it. It was obvious the four workers were not going to offer to help us so we took the first sofa up the slope and heaved up the sofa to chest height over the side and into the skip while they watched us with interest. I half expected to turn round and see them be holding up score cards like the judges on strictly come dancing.
|Not bad but you coud have thrown it a little further..|
Then we were motorway bound to take the van back to hubbys work, woohooo 70 miles an hour in the bone shaker van, gosh how do the poor delivery drivers cope with it all day. Hubby gave me a quick tour of his work and then we got in our car to come home our white van adventure over.
On the way home I told hubby I was rather dissapointed I hadn't got a yorkie bar as I thought all truckers and their mates ate yorkies, ok it wasn't quite a truck but near enough I thought but obviously not.