Bank Holiday Shed, Down She Came
Right then, I promised you the full shed story last time and then got sidetracked banging on about beans and pumpkins instead, so let's put that right. I told you it was fixed, and it was, more or less, but "fixed" doesn't really cover what actually went into it. What actually went into it was a bank holiday, a crowbar, several prayers, and my wife holding up half a shed while I swore at a nail. So here's the proper version, the one with all the bits I left out. Where We Left Off You'll remember, if you were paying attention, that the week before the bank holiday was all about getting the new base sorted. That leaning old shed at home had been driving me quietly mad for years, tipping a bit further every winter like it was trying to lie down and give up, and I'd finally had enough of pretending the lean added character. So Sara and I spent an afternoon or two sinking two four-inch posts into the ground where the new shed was going to stand, getting them...
