Number 22, Not Many People Know That

Thursday 17th May,

Spent the day driving around West Sussex thinking how beautiful it is.  When I drive for the nursery delivering trees I get to go to the most lovely places, little villages down country lanes, to the houses and homes of people who love gardens.  When I drive the juggernaut for Condor Logistics I go to places like Wembley or Swindon on the motorway, and deliver to industrial estates.  Two different worlds.

Number 22.

Not many people know that!

Sir Michael Caine is at it (again)
Gathering anecdotes;
He got locked in the attic (again),
Asleep in a pile of coats.

Making a movie and needing a nap
He crept away to his lair,
But when he arose he was all in a flap;
The cast and the crew were not there.

They thought he’d gone to his trailer,
Not fast asleep in his room.
It’s not like they use a loud hailer;
When they go, they simply assume.

At the end of the day they’d gone on their way,
And the last one turned had out the lights;
But they’d also turned the key in the door,
And Michael was stuck for the night.

But the thing that I can’t quite see,
(And I really don’t mean to scoff),
Is why on earth didn’t he
Simply blow the bloody doors off!

© Stephen Saunders

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