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 message was lost.
For want of a message the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
This little ditty was quoted by my father when I was a child. I can’t remember the context but I think it was when we passed the statue of Alexander III on the outskirts of Kinghorn in Fife.
The poem is actually a nursery rhyme used to teach children the consequences of their actions.
Our second bathroom renovation is the reason I mention this little poem only in this case it is “for want of a plumber the plastering was lost.”
The demolition of the bathroom went quickly but now all has stalled as a result of the plumber not turning up to finish the job. The plasterer arrived but couldn’t do any plastering as the plumber hadn’t completed his part of the job.
Hopefully all the plumbing will be finished tomorrow. It has been a week since the plumbing was supposed to be finished. I’m getting twitchy.