It may look to some that I’ve had a month off. Been away perhaps? No such luck.
Back in June my daughter sold her house. She’s not bought another one so guess who’s storing all her stuff? My house looks like Auntie Wainwright’s shop in Last of the Summer Wine.
By the end of July we’d both had enough of snagging clothes, stubbing toes and spending an hour looking for something that should have taken a couple of minutes.
‘Let’s clear the gym and use that to our advantage,’ my daughter decides. That might sound posh – us having a gym. It not a gym it’s a shed and it was full of stuff we’d stored that might come in handy even if we never use it. It had been built to house my son’s gym stuff, treadmill, weight bench etc when he was playing rugby and training hence the name ‘Gym’ to differentiate it from the numerous shed’s we have scattered about the garden.
Anyway son is married with a shed of his own now and we need the space. It’s been on my list of things to do for a couple of years but it’s a daunting task on your own plus we needed good weather in order to empty it and sort what could be sold, donated or scrapped.
It proved to be a daunting task for the two of us but we’re lucky with our neighbours. One of them popped round for a looksee and the next thing we know his son is on the doorstep.
‘Dad says you need some help.’ Bless.
We now have a splendid Workshop (it’ll take a while to stop calling it the Gym) with a place for everything, a workbench for fettling and a kettle for brewing…
… plus a nearly empty back bedroom which is another story.
SueJEaton 