Saturday, 11 January 2014
"Something Nasty in the Woodshed"
In the past six years, the only time I've entered my garden shed has been to scoop some bird-seed from the huge bins in there, or to pick up a pair of secateurs.
It has held a massive collection of assorted garden and household tools, (John collected, though seldom used all manner of drills, hammers, screwdrivers, oils lotions and potions for every known household need.) for the thirty or so years in which it has stood.
I do not paint, nor hammer things, nor do I insert screws, remove old ones, have no grip so never even attempt to use pincers. Furthermore I do not saw anything ever.
The means to do all these and a million other chores have all been (hoarded) stored in the poor shed, along with old packets of seeds (and I mean old), flower pots of every size and material known to man, several small chests of nails, screws, tacks etc. sand-paper, tool chests (all full) and a store-load of other things which I cannot even identify.
In short, the shed was full, and since I never ventured into the dark corners for fear of what might be lurking among the curtains of webs, I needed to get some help.
Time to enlist my doughty landscape gardener, decorator, all-round handy and useful neighbour.
"Please empty the shed contents into the garage, banish any wildlife, clean out and paint with wood preservative the inside, remove roofing-felt (leaking), and replace with fresh I begged. Further to that, take away every single thing not used for gardening, and use, give away or dispose of same"
His workforce ( a young man and a girl) did all of that yesterday, finishing by carting away half a life-time of junk and I now have a clean empty shed which will eventually regain its gardening 'stuff'.
It is not a beautiful job, the roofing could be neater, the green wood preservative inside the shed is patchy as it soaks into the wood, but Oh the relief.
I shall take my time, putting things back and will no doubt throw out more accumulated junk in the process, but as the weather is either wet or cold at present, the garage is now home to my much smaller hoard.
This has been hanging over my head for at least two years and my usual inertia prevented me from making the vital move.
No doubt many hundreds of pounds worth of tools etc have been evicted, but I am slowly beginning to realise that what I have not even looked at for 6 years or so is not going to be missed.
The biggest benefit of all is that I am no longer afraid to look into the corners because whatever might have been lurking, is no longer there.
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? Well, me, but at least he's not in my shed.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 6:01:00 pm