The Other Shed.

Writing this feels wrong as if I am somehow cheating on my other shed. The truth is however that this was my first shed. Technically I share it with my wife, it was part of a wedding present off my mother.  This shed started out with a purpose but has become a hoarding space, garage, and more recently, a nursery for my seedlings. I've even bought a heated propagator.

I almost lost my mind with excitement when I bought it and my eye when my wife threatened to throw something at me for harping on about it to her. But this is where I will be growing all my seeds before transferring them down to the allotment. I never thought I'd get so excited about planting seeds and little did I consider that when my stepfather put electricity into this shed so that I could charge my scooter that I would be turning it into an overhyped growing area as well.

Men can be strange creatures. When we first got shed one (this one) I hadn't even really considered ever getting an allotment. My plan was to grow things out the back garden but then along came the hens, which ruined the ground, and then came the dogs, so I decided that I would keep the front garden for planting and give the rest over to the animals.

Now it has been repurposed back to its original purpose. No longer a glorified dumping ground it now holds the honour of being a maternity ward for all my seedlings. It's clean, tidy and relatively uncluttered.

The other one down the allotment is in need of some TLC, a new side, a cracked rear, that sounds more painful than it looks but right now it's still standing, it was free and it is a place where I can store all my pots and string, a shed needs to store string, a stringless shed doesn't feel right.

So here I am, a man with two sheds and one allotment. It sounds like the outline for a cheap sitcom and if you could see the way I'm huffing and puffing when digging the ground I'm sure it would bring tears of laughter to your eyes.

Until next time, take care.