I'm gonna offer a review of the shed: it's not a well-made thing at all. One of the windows didn't fit the frame, such that I had to carve the frame to size with a wrecking knife. It has too many bits and they don't fit together very well. You need to buy a silicon sealant separately lest it leak, yet it doesn't say that anywhere until after you've bought it. The roof felt supplied is too small to adequately cover the roof, so I'll need to buy a bucket of pitch to cover the roof.
I bought this from a major DIY chain, one of the big three. I'll go down there tomorrow and ask them for a bucket of pitch and a tube of sealant; if I don't get them then I'll publish the name.
Glad I'm not claustrophobic...
Now that the shed's no longer an immense strew of timber, I have the opportunity to get stuck into building the beds. I've spent this morning dividing the pallets and stacking the wood ready for reassembly, though it'll be a couple days yet as I've just ran out of nails.
In cuter news:
Bill has investigated the roof of the shed, the climbability of the new trellis, and found them both to his liking.
George and I like to sit together and watch Gardeners World, me for the tips and George for Monty Don's old retriever. "George, you wanna watch the dog show?" So today our Sam says to me "this isn't about George liking the dog at all, is it? You're watching this because you like gardening!" Well no shit, Sherlock.
Mike has celebrated the new Spring with some new growth:
Until next time xx