Fatsally, SuperPolo and Two Bits ofCcarpet to the Rescue

Well I don’t like to brag but I am rather chuffed with myself on this one.

Here in darkest Barnsley we’ve had a lot of snow, and BBC and I had some errands to run.

Chucking a spade and two bits of carpet into the boot of SuperPolo we sallied fourth onto the snow clogged streets. SuperPolo copes very well in the snow, despite only being two wheel drive and we frequently pull off the beaten track to allow ditzy blondes in huge four by fours to continue on the tyre-tracked path, seems like in their hands they’re only off road when it comes to blocking the pavement outside the local school at dropping off and picking up time.

Anyway, we had to go to the top of one of the local estates. SuperPolo gently easing up the quite steep initial incline, steady as a rock around the first right-hander, fairly bowling along the 6 inch deep almost virgin snow and then Whoa, a bin wagon stuck across the road, trying to reverse up a cul-de-sac and the back wheels just spinning away whilst the two refuse collection operatives leant on their shovels, shook their heads and sucked air through their teeth.. Must have been bad cos they weren’t even blaming their female driver.

We watched them for a bit as the truck would be allowed to roll forwards before being put into reverse and a modicum of purchase found before the driving wheels hit the patch of compacted ice that their previous attempts had created.

Then I got out, went to the boot, extracted my two bits of carpet, no more than a foot square at the most generous estimate, and walking up to the beleaguered council workers, offered my assistance.

“Oh that won’t do any good,” they said, “We’ve tried that before, it’s these lorries’ they’re crap.”

“Well, may as well give it a go, you’re not getting anywhere as it is, and if it doesn’t work you’re no worse off than you were before.”

So the chaps stood back, whilst I explained to the driver what I was going to do, so she didn’t have another go and run me over whilst I was positioning my its of carpet behind the wheels.

Carpet in position I gave her the nod, she engaged gear, the tyres gripped on the carpet and then she was off! She backed up into the cul-de-sac, the queue of traffic that had built was able to proceed on its way, the curmudgeonly bin men didn’t even say thanks as I retrieved my bits of floor covering and didn’t seem amused when I suggested that instead of me leaving them a tip at Christmas they should leave me one. I returned to SuperPolo, climbed in, belted up and was off, up, up and away, SuperPolo saves the day, again.

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