Another thing I miss about trucking, particularly when I worked for the local council on a dustcart, was the craic in the yard in the mornings. 0500hrs, freezing cold, blowing a gale, raining like a good’un…in the mess room with the miserable face on…and there’s always one who comes across the yard in shorts and t shirt, shouting " Morning gentlemen…lovely morning". There was always a full chorus of “fork orf” or something similar…