The family were visiting,

The weather was quite hot.

“Turn on the air conditioning”

I did so like a shot.

 

Doors and windows then were closed

But it didn’t cooler get,

So we opened them up once again

And the ceiling fans were set.

 

The expert in the family

Then made a long inspection –

“Your air conditioning is stuffed”

I fell in deep dejection.

 

But in the morning, on the phone

I rang and asked for aid –

The fixer-uppers then arrived

And I was quite dismayed

 

To find the air con was so sick,

But it could be rectified

With an injection of a load of cash

I would be satisfied

 

To part with my ill-gotten gains

If it put the thing to work

But just how long would that then take?

I could sense the fixers smirk.

 

Days then dragged on to weeks

And I parted with more cash.

I felt my temper rising fast,

Would I then do something rash?

 

But Christmas did come early

For on Christmas eve did come

The fixer-uppers – I wished I’d had a drum

And could have tapped a message

For one and all to hear – The heat has now been banished

The atmoshphere is clear.

 

But the sagas not yet over, there’s still more cash to pay

Will insurance help to cover it? That’s for another day.