There are milestones in one’s life where you feel that you have, to some extent “made it”.
But before I go there…let me just reflect on life. Many different visitors have knocked on my Life Door, begging to be let in and not all of them have good intentions. Some of these visitors are given a battering with my broom (a la Nora Batty fending off a tumescent Compo).
This is what I usually do when Captain Tiredness and Sgt Ennui pop round fior a pep talk. I always, always, feel worse when they visit – but sometimes, when my guard is down, I will wordlessly leave the door open allowing them to take over and do what they want.
They come across as really supportive at first but after a while, I find they don’t have answers – mainly because they don’t have questions. Everything’s a fait accompli with them. It’s called Real Life, son! Get used to it!
Well bollocks to all that. I have sent them away, scampering down the the hill, holding onto their hats with one hand and attending to a bruised bottom with the other. Nora’s broom packs quite a whack when weilded by an expert.
They advised me not to bother with a new shed. What’s the point?” – they said. “Well, mainly it’s to put stuff in that is cluttering up the garage”, I replied. This was one of our longest conversations.
I now know that a new shed is much more than that. It is a milder, less dramatic way to put your own house in order. As Matt Goss said, “no matter what, make your bed”. Having a shed takes that solid advice up a notch. Out there in the garden, right now, is a beautifully made* wooden shed that smells woody and wonderful. If is going to be a very useful place for storage but also a place for a bluetooth speaker to listen to things while attending to whatever houselhold task needs aftending to, in my shed.
My sister in law has given me a “man cave” sign (well at least it wasn’t “Eat/Pray/Love”) and I intend to use it. This jaunty little sign is being put up with a good-natured chuckle but make no mistake, the underlying steely resolve is absoloute. This is MY shed.
Anyway, having a really, really good shed that is mine, feels like an achievement and a bit more than just a shed.
So, fellow shed owners, what works well in a shed? My immediate dilemma is what to do with the hoes, forks and spades – I have a wall unit to hang them on – but should that go on the inside of one of the doors – or on the wall?
While I wait for the 100+ reponses (there’s a special shelf for hampers!). Here’s a song by a band who released seven albums that each only contained seven songs…and they were all songs about sheds!
*not by me