The hum of the engine dropped to a silent purr as Donald brought the truck to a halt. “What you think lad will she do”. I thought for a moment, then replied “perfectly”. Well the die was now cast, I handed over the cash and the truck was mine.

Of course the box trailer had been part of the deal, well what can anyone do with a trailer once the cab is sold. Well quite a lot as it so happens. First I found a lay-by, then set to work, sign writing was not my thing, but I reckon I did a good job.

For the contracts started rolling in. First old Mr Bridge wanted a load of pallets shifting, he did not care what I did with them “just shift em lad, get rid of them”. I made a nice profit on selling some of them on to Mr Wotton, who asked me to shift a old chicken shed. Like old Bridge, he just wanted rid of it.

Now I’ve got my first home, for the shed was a sound ex-army hut, I used the remaining pallets to fenced around it.

What did I write on the trailer? Why of course – Tom’s Removal’s – Cheapest in Town.