Slept through alarm Wednesday morning and it was only when I noticed the sound of a hell of a lot of traffic that I prised my eyes open and found it to be 0735
. A very quick wash later I was away at lightning speed down the A66 and up the M6 into Scotland. Got to the River Eden just north of Carlisle (or is it south?) and it was like a flood plain. You couldn’t see any land for miles, it was just water everywhere with just the tree tops visible
.
I didn’t have the full address for Argos but I knew it was at Moss End off the A8. I thought I might have seen Lucy in one of the convoy of three Containerships motors I passed (TGA & 2 FH12’s) but alas no unless Lucy looks like a bloke
.
Came off the M74 just after Hamilton services and up the A725 to join on the A8, then off at the next one for Moss End, arriving Argos at 1030. No problems up here and no trailers to swap either. Was on a bay straight away, tipped and away in 20 minutes
. You don’t get your paperwork back here, they fax it through later after they’ve checked it. Whether that’s a good thing or not I don’t know, but it free’s the driver up for his next job which means more money in the pot so from a driver point of view it’s a good thing unless you want to get your head down for a hour or two then it isn’t ! 
No back-load from Scotland so I was to head for Trafford Park. I got back into England and past the Carlisle truck stop junction when I noticed I only had 2 minutes driving left before I needed a 45min rest
. Managed to make it to the next junction and got off there and parked up at Tesco’s.
Straight down the M6 past Penrith and started climbing up to Shap brow when a severe thunderstorm erupted from nowhere
. Being one of the highest things around on the top of there I was slightly concerned that I’d get zapped
. Then I got a hell of a shock when just nearing the motorway junction where the council depot is right on the top, it got struck by lightning and the corrugated metal roof of the place lit up like you’ve never seen before
. I hope no-one inside (if anyone) was hurt
.
Much to my relief the motorway starts dropping down the other side towards the service area from there and the storm passed away to the west although it was still close.
Arrived Trafford Park late afternoon and got to EHF on Lyons Rd where they didn’t actually have the stuff I went there to collect but sent me to Bond 28 (?) just down the road at the World Freight Centre and truck-park. Got loaded down there for Argos Trafford Park and went to get my notes which simply said ‘Argos Trafford Park’ on them.
“Have you got the address of where I’m going please?”
“Yeah it’s there - Argos Trafford Park”.
“Yes I can see that but what road is it on?”
“I dunno, you’re the driver”.
“Yes, the DRIVER, not the transport office man who dishes out the addresses so that drivers can make the deliveries”.
“Well you drive all day so you’ll know where it is”. 
“Er no, I don’t. Do you?”
“No”.
“Well then”.
Then the office gaffer pipes up :
“What’s the problem?”
So I told him.
“Mate, we’re just a storage depot, we don’t deal with the paperwork and addresses”.
Fair comment I guess but it still doesn’t alter the fact that I don’t know where it is. A guy knew where it was and told me to which I was grateful.
The problem I was faced with now was that I only had the storage paperwork which wasn’t the manifest that Argos would require but hey, I’d sort it out when I got there. Keen to get as much overtime in as possible with the money I’m on I said I’d try to make the delivery tonight even though it wasn’t booked in while 0830 next day.
Got down there, saw the security man and gave him my bit of paper.
“What’s this?”
“erm, it’s the so called ‘paperwork’ for what I’ve got on from EHF up the road”.
“Can’t let you in with this mate sorry. Need booking references and that kind of thing”.
“Oh. I’ll phone the office and get you one if that helps”.
“Okay, what time’s it booked in?”
“0830 tomorrow”.
“Right”.
Belled the office up and got the manifest number and gave it to him.
“Right. Hang on, I’ll phone the shift manager up and see what we can do”.
“Okay cheers, appreciate it”.
Anyway the shift manager (Mohammed Najeeb) actually came out himself to see me (this was after security had let me in and I’d parked up near the drivers room). I told him what the craic was and he said that the goods-in went home at 4pm and it was just before 5pm at this time. He said that I could do a drop and swap but would need to give him something in writing with the company header on so that he knew for sure the stuff was for them
.
The guy was brilliant. He went and got the office fax number for me to tell our office so that they could fax the manifest through. He then went and stood in the office for 15 minutes waiting for the fax and of course it never turned up. Belled the office again :
“Sorry, I’m sending it now”. 
So the manager went and traipsed all the way back to the far end of the warehouse to the office to get it. He couldn’t do enough for me and nothing was too much trouble. Even though the site was officially closed to outside hauliers he made an exception just for me and I couldn’t thank him enough nor get over the shock that this was actually happening at Argos
. Needless to say, I have written to Argos HQ highly praising the guy which I hope will get back to him and maybe earn him a promotion to a higher management level
. People like that deserve it for sure
.
I left there and belled the office to find out what I’d be doing Thursday.
“0800 collection from Galt & Co., Nelson please”.
No problem, nice lie-in in the morning for a change.
I decided to park up on the quiet dead-end road near EHF on Lyons Rd but en-route I realised I’d need to make a “diversion”… Not having any motorway service areas in the vicinity nor not knowing where the nearest supermarkets were to use their facilities I decided to head for Trafford Park…
Now having never been to TP Centre before I instantly had my doubts as to being able to find somewhere to park the wagon nearby. If I’d used my common sense earlier I would have ditched the trailer and gone solo but it was too late by this point. Eventually I got bored of driving round and dumped the wagon in a bus lay-by (naughty me!). I ran
into the centre and found that I’d need the lift to get up a level where the toilets where. A young lass followed me into the lift and I said
“Which floor do you want?”
“2nd please”.
I searched high and low on the lift keypad for a number ‘2’ button but there wasn’t one
, only a ‘0’ and a ‘1’.
"Am I blind or is there not a 2nd floor button
"
[laughing] “There’s only 2 floors in the building - this one and the one above”.
“Oh right, sorry, never been here before. Guess that this floor is zero and the one above is technically the first floor then?”
“Yeah it must be”.
She was well cute too and I can’t believe I went to pieces trying to operate a lift and lost my cool

Anyway, the lift arrived and I headed into the ‘facilities’. There was a room off the main bit with some sinks and things and thought ‘ah that’s nice of them to have a separate wash room for drivers’ and went into a cubicle. I found that the seat was unusually low to the ground and about 1ft lower than normal which is quite a lot. I just couldn’t figure out why
. I came out and went to the sinks to wash my hands and noticed they were only 3ft off the floor
. When a bloke came in with a toddler in tow it then dawned on me…

Left there shortly after and parked up for the night.