There I was, driving my glorified yellow milk float, and I saw CrinklyLion! And littlest cub. And they waved, and I waved back...
We weren't actually collecting today, we're still between rounds on the changeover. Today's job (after we spent the morning shovelling snow off the path at the centre, and off the ground at our skip compond) was to deliver boxes and bags to one of the new city centre rounds.
Beryl (that's the vehicle) made it to the middle of town, haemoraghing (sp?) charge as she went, but we had to abandon the job half done when the charge indicator went amber, and we crawled home on flashing red, with my co-pilot pushing to get her across junctions before the lights changed again. It took five staff to push her up the slight slope to the gates and into her lockup.
Should have taken the trikes!
Tomorrow could be fun. By which I mean 'fun'. A full collection as normal to do, and more snow forecast. Beryl should be a bit better, she's always a bit naff on a Monday morning, as she charges Friday night and then dribbles charge away over the weekend. But she doesn't like the cold.
We don't like to fail. Last year we had to miss a few streets on the worst days, but we made it. We might have a few long days, but we'll do our best. And it's very nice to be appreciated.
PS I also saw both cubs and their Dad this morning on the way in, but I don't think they recognised me on foot....