29th April 25. Grimsby.

Never been to Grimsby. Not really had any need or desire to either. Having seen a few seconds of the trailer of the film of the same name, was one of the reasons for the lack of desire. I know it's a film and nothing to do with how the place is. But the title and characters did it for me.

It's a difficult train journey. A difficult drive and being on the North East coast probably windy grey and cold.

I was delivering a Peugeot Partner van there from Aylesbury.

Ready to go?

Which, wasn't ready to go.. still in the workshop and waiting for a quick final check.

Once ready I did my appraisal and cracked on. Fuelled up and headed towards Milton Keynes and the M1 North. It is only 158 miles. But I decided to go M1 until the M18. Then the M180 which turns into the A180 getting closer to Grimsby. So it's a very long 158 miles. Or seems like that.

The weather is again glorious. Bright blue skies and sunshine and warm for end of April. Around 26 -27 in London today. Not sure how this has happened but it's very welcome. Especially here as it's the opposite of what I expected.

I found the refrigeration company that the van was going to and someone came out and signed for it

Appraisal done and away . Again a quick and cheap Uber. Towards Cleethorpes. To a motor trader to collect a 2013 Mazda 3 .

The motor dealer probably thought he was a nice chap. Traded from home and was fairly helpful for about five minutes. He was one of those "self made wealthy" in his own mind. Typical small town wealthy. Brassy wife, over developed bungalow. Bi-fold kitchen doors opening out to a garden and BBQ area. 15 year old Bentley Continental on shit private plate. He's 5 foot fuck all and I guess my age. 60+

You could have scripted this guy's life from the moment he joined the motor trade. One of those salesmen who have no self awareness or self consciousness. Just marches on leaving good people in his wake. Speaks nicely, only to those who can give him something or make something off them.

In other words. The type of person I have fought not to be. I guess he has more money than me.

Money is just a way of keeping score, for those who want to play the game.

Just when, are the inhabitants of this planet going to realise what should actually make them happy. Try reading 'Man's search for meaning' by Viktor E Frankl. That might show you the importance of life.

This job was taken simply to get me back to Aylesbury. Where I would leave the car for a few days before delivery to Brighton on Thursday.

The trader, after talking non stop about what he had . His house which was being worked on, his Bentley Continental in the driveway. Blah, blah, blah. Then jumped in another car and told the handyman whoever he was to sign my appraisal.

It didn't take me long to find out what his hurried exit was for.

The Mazda had zero miles range of fuel. Bloody tight arse git.

The Mazda had no working radio, satnav, the Aircon was blowing hot, when turned to cold. So this was going to be a long four hours drive home.

As you probably realise by now if anyone actually follows this shit

I only took this job to get home from Grim-sby

So although it's a job and a paying job. It will be far better than getting the four trains needed to get back to Aylesbury. So I shouldn't complain

But I will. I either have to drive with the window open and the noise of the wind and oncoming trucks hurtling past me. Or. I have to have no air and sweat like a pig. I'm like Prince Andrew in that respect. I'm lucky not to sweat much I mean. Nothing else in common thankfully. But I still suffer from the heat and lack of air. So a long four hours drive, felt like it was double that and I finally arrived back at The Aylesbury dealership. Where I was going to cheekily leave this Mazda for a couple of days before taking it to Brighton.

I was leaving this Mazda. So I could collect the car being delivered tomorrow morning to Dartford. This was a 2021 Vauxhall Mokka E.

The "e" signifying it's an electric vehicle.

I know most people will know that.

It's a shame, however, the sales person didn't.

Because upon collection it had only 15 miles range. He hadn't bothered his arse to do it.

This means a trip to Morrisons carpark. Where there is a rapid charger. And also a miles walk from home. And another mile to collect it later.

I love my work.