Once upon a time we had a garage. It was a rickety concrete affair, and over thirty years it steadily filled up with everything, including an out of control Russian Vine. Rickety became ruinous, and it was eventually cleared and taken away, leaving just the decent concrete slab, the only sturdy part of the whole thing.
We decided to do without a garage, and replaced it with a shed, to be a small workshop and store. It looked wonderful, inside and out, for the first year.
But just as no flat surface in our house can stay clear and tidy for longer than ten minutes, no shed of ours can stay clear and tidy for longer than ten weeks. It slowly acquired extra gardening bits, and stuff waiting to go to the tip, or to be taken for recycling, or, dare I say, just stuff.
The obvious solution was to get anther shed... so we bought a sweet little pale blue 'sentry-box style shed, and I moved a lot of my gardening bits and pieces, and the bird seed tubs and so forth out.
But we needed somewhere to store oxygen cylinders, starting last summer. Again, obviously, we needed another shed!
Top row; the corner of the garage, the slab,
Middle row; building the first shed
Bottom row; the first sentry box shed and the oxygen cylinders
And the moral of the story is... I have no idea what the moral of the story is. It doesn't have one. It's just how our lives seem to operate.
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