Not likely Lud:)
I remember sitting on Wisbech docks one day from 6am waiting to unload a grain boat, but it was torrential rain and they refused to open the hatches and risk getting it wet.
There was six of us waiting and they all gathered in my cab and we brewed copious amounts of tea.
Every now and again one of the other lads would jump out and water the wheelnuts but I sat there bursting.
Eventually I had to ask the question 'Where can I go?'
After much discussion they decided it would be best if I climbed into the back of my empty bulker (tipper) trailer and they all promised to stay in my cab.
The floor was very wet and slippery, and just as I was in full flow right up the front of the trailer I heard a dull 'thud, thud, thud' of the donkey engine...
Yes, I was rising at a great rate of knots and with trousers around my ankles was slipping all the way down the deepening slope of the wet floor of the trailer to the back, where I arrived in a dishevelled heap. Five blokes thought it was hilarious, and that was the day I learned to laugh with them:)
Pat
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