For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
At times I felt like I was living that nursery rhyme.
Take Madam Plush’s makeover, for example. It started with ripping out the existing carpet in the back lounge, a weary, stained excuse for a floorcovering.
As I lifted the first corner I noticed a big damp patch and had no clue as to its origin.
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Most of the mechanicals on Madam Plush are now completed, including, new brakes, new steering balljoints, full service, Aussie-sized seatbelts, new drive belts [including alternator belts, air-conitioning belts, and power steering belts], and I’m just waiting on comparatively minor repairs to the awning and dunny.
No, I can’t tell you how much it has cost to date. I’m too scared to add it all up.
I was looking forward to a highway trip and a basic overnighter sometime this week as a shakeup cruise, but looking at the seven-day forecast I’ve had a sudden change of heart.
Can you blame me?