Thursday 16 April
The Shed. This is one of the most wonderful places to any household that is lucky to have one; it is a storage place for old things or items not needed at the time but are too important to throw away.
You might need it in the future, it was expensive to buy at the time, it’t too lovely to throw out – whatever the reason for keeping it, it ends up in the shed.
Every two years, when the weather is kind over two days, everything comes out on to the grass and we sort the shit from shinola; tough decisions about what was important once is now unecessary, damaged by damp, nibbled by mice or covered in rat poop.
It’s a two day job so stuff is left out on the lawn overnight and the rest is sorted the next day.
You also find sparkly jewels of the past too; my old records were browsed through (“That’s probably worth a bit now!”) and my old Sony music system with turntable has found a new home in Stanley’s bedroom. The good old shed.
The Bald Birder 