There are two guys outside,

There are two guys outside, with a Ford Transit precariously parked on the kerb, attempting to unload an enormous piece of awkwardly shaped and evidently heavy furniture of indeterminate purpose.
The Ford Transit has so many connotations in the English psyche, right from White Van Man driving like a lunatic as he hares around the suburbs making deliveries, through to the rusty vans in The Sweeney that always seemed to end up exploding in a quarry somewhere.
The one outside is definitely nearer the exploding-in-quarry end of the spectrum, being quite well dented, and with the windows down the side covered over with floral print wallpaper taped on with brown parcel tape. To hide what, I wonder?