What a shed-tastic morning it has been. It's gloriously sunny, and after a hearty bowl of porridge I was down on the allotment before 10am. I set to work dismantling the plastic monstrosity. First the roof came off:
Then the walls came tumbling down:
The whole edifice was held together by nothing more than rusty old screws, none of which were any match for my Swiss army knife. Quick as you could say "George Bernard Shaw", the old shed was gone.
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| A shed-shaped hole |
There's allotmentiers all over the place today, and more than one of them was happy to help me moving the pieces of my new shed from one site to the other. They're a lovely bunch, allotmentiers are. And so, behold:
These are all the pieces of my 8ft by 6ft wooden shed, stacked up against the fence of my plot, awaiting assembly. There is much work to be done, but I can tell already this is going to be the start of beautiful friendship. Shed on, brothers and sisters! Shed on.
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