For want of a key
For want of a tumbler, the key was lost,
For want of a key, the lock was lost,
For want of a lock, the car was lost,
For want of a car, the shopping was lost,
For want of the shopping, the dinner was lost,
For want of the dinner, my omega 3 fatty acid intake for the day was lost,
And all for the want of a car lock tumbler.
An unashamed plug for the lovely gentleman who came to the rescue of myself, and my smoked salmon, today when Phoebe Freebie (commodore), said, ‘no, I don’t remember how to turn the ignition on Shell’.
Thank you Damon for coming out on a Saturday and for the very prompt and professional service, getting me back on the road quickly enough that my cold shopping was salvaged. I hope you were not late for your wedding.