With thanks to 'Allo 'Allo.My already incapable body is aging fast. I had to carry two boxes about two hundred metres. I had breaks every 50 metres or so, boxes balanced on something to hand while I recovered my breath. Shitted to the max by such chicanery I resolved to purchase a trolley for forthcoming missions. I found one I'd scouted earlier, paid for it then sat in complementary seating as I used a key to saw open the box tape. It was a fold-up model with no assembly required. Within moments I was trundling back with my little trolley and chuffed for future me that he never again will have to struggle to carry a couple of boxes a couple of hundred metres without feeling death was upon him.Aging also blows goats; I am the proof.