martedì 24 gennaio 2023

Tidying the shed. (a post in the style of The Curmudgeon)

 I couldn't think of what to write about this morning, so I thought I'd bore the pants off you all with the process I used to tidy up our shed.


Shed [noun]: A little 'house' with no bathroom or kitchen. In fact, there is usually only one room in a shed. One room with not enough room.

The process goes like this. A man and a woman get together and go on a few dates. One thing leads to another and eventually they move in together. The big structure that they live in is generally called a house. The woman chooses how the house will be decorated and the man does any heavy work that is required. A shed is a necessary addition. The man sets it up as a workshop and it contains tools for property maintenance and gardening. There are also a few other essentials like:

  • A few half full tins of paint.
  • Paint brushes.
  • Nails and screws of every size (this is a growing project).
  • Bottles of oil.
  • Turpentine type products.
  • Empty paint tins for the paint brushes.
  • Odd pieces of wood that will come in handy some day and a few lengths of pipe.
  • A roll of electrical wire.
  • A shelf for bits and pieces.

The shed is a well set out tidy environment.

One day something is discovered in the house that isn't needed and there is no real place for it.
This is when the woman suggests, "Let's put it in the shed."
This is where the rot begins.
What was a workshop is about to become a storage facility for anything that is in the way. 
A little later the man joins in. There are old car parts, added big tools, an old tyre, metal that needs to be recycled, a broken bicycle - the list goes on.


Life goes on happily, but it becomes obvious that it is getting very hard to get into the shed, let alone find a needed item.
One day a decision is made to tidy the shed. This process involves taking everything out of the shed and putting it back in a more organised way. Sometimes a few items are sent to the tip, or to be recycled, but this is rare.

My shed desperately needs a tidy. I told The Curmudgeon that I planned to do it the other day. He has been on my back ever since. 

It is still not done.

11 commenti:

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Now this is more Ike it. I like the style, the content, the structure and the theme but - frankly, I’d have made it a lot more boring.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

When I’m back from tennis I’ll publish an appropriate image that this post reminds me of.

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

Leave Mike alone at tennis.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

We don't have a Mike alone at tennis. There is a Mark Malone - maybe you're thinking of him.

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

Did I mention the plastic buckets?

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Robert's reading entire posts now?
What next?
Maybe he's seen the light re the silliness of religion. He won't be able to blame Jacinda Aedern for things anymore - no, wait - he probably will.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

In the interest of copyright and original posting I think it's only fair to point out that I wrote posts about sheds and their contents much earlier. See:

https://grumpyoldmanreturnsnz.blogspot.com/2019/01/i-miss-my-dads-shed.html

https://grumpyoldmanreturnsnz.blogspot.com/2022/04/where-everyone-gets-bargain.html

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

Sheds belong to humanity. Just like posts about partners, Father Christmas, dogs, toileting problems, the Presbyterian church, Chinese new year, buying underpants, stealing communion hosts, outside furniture blowing over in a storm, colonoscopies and Mister Magoo.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

OK.

It was worth a go - not that I see any competition from your post.
If I did I'd write a post titled SHED A TEAR.

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

You always bloody win. You have another gear.
I blame 3P/1966.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Mmmm - I'm suspicious.