Once upon a time there was a very small campervan. It was neat and white and new and very, very shiny. All its beautiful fittings and furnishings were spotlessly clean and tidy and its owners were very proud and very careful to keep it looking pristine.
However, as the years passed and the miles and trips started to add up, the very small campervan began to look rather less shiny and new, and, I regret to say, the once-proud owners became a little less careful. Indeed they began to take the very small campervan for granted and to rely on it carrying them and their belongings uncomplainingly up and down the country and even across to the continent without them having to worry about anything.
Alas, this happy state of affairs was not destined to last. One terrible day the very small campervan went for its yearly health-check and instead of being told to go away and come back next year, the somewhat neglectful owners were given some very bad news. Thanks to a series of hard winters and the over-lavish spreading of road-salt, the very small campervan’s underneath was in a dreadful way and it would no longer be allowed to drive anywhere until a great deal of extremely expensive mending had been done.
Now the once-proud owners bitterly regretted that they had taken their faithful small campervan for granted and had omitted to pamper its underneath enough with lots of soothing grease and oil. All they could do was to find a very kind and skilled mechanic who told them reassuringly that all was not lost and that he could and would restore the very small campervan to full and legal health in time for them to set off for their summer journey to France.
The moral of this tale is that if you want your very small campervan to go on carrying you everywhere your fancy takes you, out of sight must never mean out of mind.