I took a photograph on the hour, every hour and captioned it with the first thing that was said to me after having done so.
7am: Who's making Harmesh swear now?
8am: To be honest the mechanic shouldn't be parked there, should he?
9am: Eagle's just given me thirteen chuck-outs.* That's an hour's more
work he's just given me. The dozy bastard.
*Chuck-outs is a colloquial term for the parcels and packets that the walking men/women consider too bulky to
manage so they are 'chucked out' to the van drivers
10am: The numbering's funny round here. I think it's the end one, right
round the back. If it's not that one, it's the one next door. It's definitely
one of those two anyway.
11am: Can you just leave them on the bench, I'll be out for them shortly.
12 noon: Sweet, mate.
1pm: Oh hello, what's this then?
2pm: Just leave it with her. She'll not say owt and I'll not say owt so... It'll be right.
