Posted on August 11, 2015
Oh Lordy –it’s the school holidays and my owners daughter has brought her twin boys to stay for a few days, I don’t mind, but one of them is a tear-away; always kicking a football up against me, I’m mean I’m sturdy enough to withstand it, of course I am, I’m made of slow grown redwood pine, my tight grain makes me the strongest shed on the block , but I’m just not meant to have a football kicked against me for hour after hour. It’s soooo demeaning.
It was drizzling this morning and there was no sign of the football (or the twins) so I was counting my blessings, until I saw the door open and heard my owner shout “Its only drizzle, I’m fed up of hearing your silly computer games, go out into the fresh air and play”
“Let’s play with the Shed” said John, and then my mood sank even lower as he said, “We could cover it in mud and pretend we are living in Africa”, oh Reader I was shaking on my scalpings …
“I don’t think Grandad would like us to cover the shed in mud” piped up James. “Why don’t we make a den inside the shed instead” …
“Gran has lots of blankets in the shed, we could hang them over stuff and make a brilliant den” said James, “and then we could ask Gran if we could have lunch in our den.”
“Yeah” said John , always swayed by mention of food.
For the next hour I was subjected to the most unmentionable indignities while the boys moved everything around, completely destroying my natural order and hung blankets from the bench at the far end to the wheelbarrow and lawn mower at the front.
It was quite an ordeal but I stayed strong ...and after all its not often the childen come to see me and its nice to have the company.
Will speak again soon
The Posh Shed