“The Inspector wants to talk with you,” I said to the boss over the phone as I sat there in a French Police Station. I handed over the phone.
I arrived back at CVI HQ the following morning and there was still no word from our CNR. No calls, no texts…nothing.
After the Dundee fiasco I found myself relegated to the office. A desk jockey, counting paperclips and making endless cups of tea.
Unchained, unleashed and….unhinged? That is the word on the street of where white van drivers are right now.
One thing every van driver should be doing is keeping both hands on the wheel and their complete focus on the road. Not surfing the internet.