I have decided something about sheds; it's always good to
get the smallest one you can.
I mean, don't get me wrong, you need one big enough for the
things you have to store otherwise you've just put up a wooden box in the
garden, and that would be silly.
However, it's really better not to say "oh, let's get one slightly
bigger, because you never know what you need to store."
The thing is you do know.
Really. Deep down. You know it.
You will store complete and utter rubbish.
I understand this only too well because I've just upgraded
my shed. In fact I've gone for a Posh Shed
and if the name weren't enough of a giveaway, let's just say I couldn't have
bought it the same size as my previous shed without selling one of the children.
Or maybe two.
But, it is a thing of beauty and I love it. Sometimes I just sit and look at it, and sigh
with happiness. OK. There's no need to
roll your eyes like that.
The children were quite keen too. In fact they insisted we
all ate tea in there the day it went up.
And then I shattered their fantasy of this being a new, grander playhouse
by pointing out that the heap of stuff sitting on the lawn was actually
destined to reside where they were currently munching on sandwiches.
They didn't take it well.
But all I will say if that heap of rubbish was a lot less
scary than the heap that originally came out. Which included such
"vital" items as 150 plastic plant pots, some broken badminton
rackets, a gas barbeque we hadn't used in three years, 40 tins of no-longer-usable
paint, a broken sprinkler, several lengths of plumbers piping... You get the
But in downsizing I have made a new start. I'm now planning shelving, tool hanging space
and even a kind of hammock for storing the topbox for the car. The children may even be allowed back in again one
day. Just for a short visit mind. And only if they wipe their feet.