The Shed – A Short Story
This was going to be a ‘Wordless Wednesday’ but as ever with us there’s a story. After we were handed the keys to Southbourne Gardens It wasn’t long before my thoughts turned to sheds, they may be considered a man thing but I’ve always had a yen for one, a romantic vision of life on the allotment where I’d potter around in with a mug of tea, pricking out seedlings, radio four playing in the background.
Derek of course also wanted one but for the far more practical reasons of storage and shelter from the rain. We met somewhere in the middle and found a small potting shed. Somewhere to keep our tools to hand and also be able to grow things from seed. The big issue was size, our plot regulations stipulate a maximum of six foot by four foot and the shed we liked was six inches over size. We submitted a letter and plans to the Patrick the site secretary, as the lease requires. He and Bob, our warden, promptly arrived tape measures and paperwork in hand. After a lot of sizing up and deliberation we got a very firm no. Thin end of the wedge etc. etc. Was I disappointed? Yes, but I could see their point and wanting to be a good tenants we agreed and bought a six by eight greenhouse instead.
With the benefit of experience I think they did us a favour, the green house has given us far more space for propagation and we still have good storage for most things. For Derek, however, the shed idea just didn’t go away and three years later he wore me down to a point where I agreed he could have one. It arrived today. Specially made to fit in the space behind the greenhouse because we didn’t want to give up any more growing space. It’s already looking good and I’m assured that I will love it on completion.