30 June 2012
Tom and his friend Brian were working on the renovation of our cottage when he wrote this for me, there is more than a grain of truth in it !
Linda said, I want to go and see this Aga cooker, Though far away in Peterborough, our Dave he duly took her. With four great double ovens it were a caterers dream Massive and resplendent in shiny black and cream. By heck, said Dave, its big enough to start a blooming cafe, I don't know what your thinking of, or what you're on about. In any case, half bloody time, you never cook us nowt! I want a big one, Linda said, I want a catering size, For cooking TV dinners and Mrs Peaks mince pies. Peoples phoning all the time, so get some brass out quick, For if I cant have Aga, I'll scream until I'm sick. So Aga went to Wormingford but nowhere would it fit And one and all were in dispair, that n'ere it would be lit. It wouldn't go in kitchen, nor in the dining room Just mention of word 'Aga' filled Linda full of gloom. Then up spoke our lad Brian, don't fret now lass he said, Like modern day Sir Galahad, with flat cap on his head. He measured here, he measured there, he found the perfect space And reported back to Master Dave about the ideal place. But Dave said, I've lost interest, I don't care what you do, You can take the bloody Aga and shove it up your flue!
TOM MAY
Saga of the Aga • Opuss № I