ATTENTION :
I HAVE PURHASED A SHED.
I feel better now.
I took the bull by the bollocks and sidestepped my father's severe procrastination and general fannying about, and bought a second hand shed for our second plot on the allotment.
I'm bloody sick of trudging back and forth with various agricultural/gardening implements. Plus my brother's shed is a fucking shithole. He has zero organisation skills.
I'm going to hang Bertram ( sheeps skull) on the door when he's finished decomposing, along with other decorative tat because I paid for it and I CAN.
We shall also have lots of cheap plastic storage drawers, places to hang spades ect, and a decent camping cooker to make tea on. Mother has already got a little kettle. We shall even have a toilet bucket. Now THAT'S fucking luxury.
All in all, I am on an organising MISSION. And for someone as lazy as me that's saying something ! . If I'm going to set up a shed I'll fucking do it properly.