As lock-down continues, the Growster-fuel-shed has received a make-over, which has taken several days of toil, tinctures, bad-language, some singing, lots of whistling, a severe swear-word or three when something didn't work/got stuck etc, and a final sweep out (WHAAAT)!
It really isn't a shed, more a lean-to to keep the coal and wood 95% dry during the winter, but as I can now lock it securely, I can keep the mower, the strimmer and the muncher in there, and free up space in the other shed for delicate jobs like mending the Hoover (couldn't), listening to Pink Floyd etc...
Mrs Growster has gone to sleep on many occasions today when I crow about all this, so maybe I have also invented an antidote to insomnia at the same time!
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