Hurtling across the heavens in the belly of a giant metal bird. Storming across the seas in the belly of a giant metal fish. Charging across the continent in the belly of a giant metal bull. That’s AutoPot Watering Systems.
You want the goods. We’ve got the goods. And by putting the goods in a variety of vehicles (that we’ve likened to animals for dramatic effect) we get the goods to you. But who wrangles these creatures / vehicles? Who summons them? Becalms them with Waybills, Challans, and Bills of Lading? Beguiles them with treasure in exchange for carrying our wondrous wares?
It’d take a truly transcendent trucking telepath, a creative, cargo-coordinating cognisance, a forensically fine faculty for fast, faithful freight forwarding. Step forward Gemma Reeve, AutoPot Global’s brand new Logistics & Sales Coordinator!
Supplying more chain than Fleetwood Mac, Gemma’s role is to get everything required for successful growing in from our factories and out to our distributors and stores. But it doesn’t stop there.
Gemma’s overseeing the distribution of watering systems, that distribute water to plants, that distribute growth to crops, that distribute food to people, that distribute nutrients to bodies, that keep you and me and the whole world ALIVE! Chapeau Gemma!
It’s fair to say that Gemma lives and breathes coordination. In her downtime she likes to spatially distribute herself to maximum effect, indulging in Body Pump, Body Combat and Pilates at least 3 times a week. She’s a fan of historic modes of conveyance too, and at the weekends entrusts her most precious cargo (her daughter) to a pony named ‘Snipper’.
Although unlikely to excel as a hairdresser or (in the event of a typo) a precision firearms specialist, ‘Snipper’ sounds a very fine breed of steed to feed, lead, and ride in tweed indeed. A worthy recipient of the family’s devotion, as they tend, poo pick, groom, nourish, and cuddle him at every available opportunity.
Sadly, Snipper cannot join the whole family (or we assume he can’t) as they distribute their cries into the skies – twisting and turning, looping and whirling – on the back of a giant, gaudy, thundering metal centipede (on rails), yes, the Reeve’s do like a rollercoaster! Because, sometimes, a journey should just be for fun.
