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.
