I imagine a 20 tonne side loading coal wagon but filled with delicious gravy. And then I imagine 80 more of them. They come past my door where I have a wall of mashed potato and a giant crane with a gravy bucket on it to pour over my mashed spuds. I also have a ball pool but it’s full of peas instead and my entire front yard is laden with delicious slices of roast NZ lamb.
That’s my idea of a gravy train and nobody gonna stop me.