THE TALE OF THE INVISIBLE SHED

So here it is, our shed, well garden office, well Wendy House for the author, well extra bedroom. Four failures to deliver so far as the roof shingles, we are told, were destroyed in a fire!

Why do I have this feeling that we are being put off?

The hardstanding is immaculate and a hardstanding-in-waiting. I wonder if the Queen has problems with her hardstandings and sheds-in-waiting - I doubt it very much.

Of course I could put two chairs there and a small table and sit and imagine looking out of the window up the garden over the pond etc. Somehow that just does not do the trick - does not have the same emotional push.

The electrician is on standby to join us to the grid, the builder is on standby to upgrade the path and put in the small decking.

We are on standby and standby and standby for the SHED!

Then there is the worry that they are bust, up the spout, broke and what we have paid so far is thin air. Perhaps the whole thing is a figment of our . . . . . . get out yer betablockers lad, have a beer and relax. Shed yer worries - (:-)=

Ok. But . . . . . .