Ye Faithful Servant

Ye Faithful Servant

Here she comes again! She swings that door open, nearly taking it off its hinge. She slams the plate on the revolving tray and bang goes the door again.

Here I go, round, and round and round, spinning and whirring giving me the mother of a major headache.

I want out of this I’ve had enough.

It’s alright when it’s yummy sticky toffee pudding but these onion are making me cry.

Mustn’ t complain though, where else would I be if I wasn’t here?

Yes. The scrap heap.

That’s what happened to my friend Mr. Toaster. Off he was banished to the council tip and replaced for a new state-of-the-art 6-slice model.

I’ll keep my mouth shut, keep my thoughts to myself and keep on going round and round and round until they decide I’m not good enough.

Let’s hope that day never comes.

Oops, here she comes again!

She yanks the door open and takes a niff.

Bolognese to your liking madam?

Don’t forget I’m your faithful servant!