Knackered

I just need to stop.

I would have a bath but I think I’m too tired, I might fall asleep in it or while it’s running.

Picked up John and we were out of London early, down to Dargate and loaded everything from the unit but a fuckton of cables and five candelabra. Drove it all to Canterbury for tomorrow-Al to deal with. Took ages to pack it nicely. That unit is full now. Tomorrow-Al has work to do. Today-Al drove back to Dargate, got everything and drove to the lads at Whitstable Metals who took the cable and some other bits he didn’t have headspace for. They took it. Done. Dropped the flight case back in Canterbury. Haggled over price successfully for the Canterbury unit. Closed the Dargate unit. Done and done.

Drove John to Dartford station. Out to Ipswich. Picked up a mirror. It’s a long fucking way to Ipswich. I was tired when I got there. Had to get over to Hadleigh next to get a cabinet. All the roads were closed. It was dark.

John with the cabinet is a good lad. Clearly just lost his parents after a long illness. He’s flogging everything himself rather than pay someone like me to get it all out. Only £25 cash for this cabinet and he helps me carry it in. His back is fucked. We have to stand it up in the van. I’ve got no ratchets today. I wasn’t expecting a glass cabinet. It’s 6pm.

On an unfamiliar road in Ipswich I’m using twine to secure an antique glass cabinet to the side of the van. It’s already too late in the day.

I drive back to London at ten miles an hour with the hazards on. Loose metal candelabras and a fucking insecure glass cabinet and a great big mirror – I’m not taking any chances. I eventually get it dropped off and I’m so tired on my way home I drive over a “bus gate” and down a street that is clearly for buses only. That’ll be my whole days payment I reckon to TFL with admin fees from the van hire company.

I’m exhausted. At least I got fed. And the unit in dargate is empty. And some of my costs were covered, depending on bus lane fine. Jesus how is anyone supposed to make a living being self employed. It’s almost like they are trying to force people to join the system. Maybe I should be in Cyber?

Caroline and James gave me ramen. Better than a steak bake.

I’m going to sleep. Oh fuck and it was my mum’s birthday.