Apparently, this is my birthday present?

We literally just finished one job so he starts himself another. Boy really is a glutton for punishment!

At the back of our plot we have a very dilapidated old greenhouse that we call ‘The Potting Shed’. It’s got brick sides with inbuilt smoked glass windows and a wooden roof which looked like it had fire damage. There’s the trunk of a grape vine coming through the wall which some cretin had stolen before we arrived. It has always been one of ‘those jobs’ which I knew would never get done. I wanted it to be lovely and warm in there so that I can start my seedlings off in peace and possibly sit and have a victory brew in peace.

The majority of the glass fell out over Christmas 2018 so it is currently just storage for all of the ‘potentially useful junk’ we have come across in the past year. This mainly consists of old beer kegs and buckets from MrT’s workplace. I’m sure those chefs just use my allotment as a recycling centre at the moment!

The potting shed – before all the glass fell out winter 2018

So, when MrT announced yesterday that he was at the allotment but wouldn’t tell me what he was doing, I got scared. This usually means its something dangerous or involving power-tools and he knows I would shout at him for it.

When I arrived last night and he was waiting for me at the gate, I knew he had done something bad.
When he held my hand on the drive up the lane, I knew he had done something really bad.
When I arrived at the gate and he had laid a nice set of slabs at the entrance, I knew he had done something he thought I’d cry at.

Nice slabs for my gate wheel to run across instead of getting stuck in the chippings!

Bloody men.

He had only gone and demolished the whole roof of the Potting Shed.

Look at how proud he is. My poor strawberries…

He had bought some new beams and intended on replacing only the broken or rotten ones, but it turns out that they were all broken or rotten – at least they are now he’s finished with them anyway.

It looks like a disaster zone!

So, my ‘birthday present’ is new beams for the roof. It will take him months, but maybe itll be finished by the time that this years’ birthday comes around.

He did say this though – “I took lots of during pictures for your blog!”

Bless his little heart.

Junk store galore, hey?
Good luck getting around there….
His camera is obviously better than mine

I jest, but I am actually pretty excited. I hope it turns out how I would like it to and hope that my husband doesn’t give himself a concussion in the process….

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MrT The Pyromaniac!

I leave him alone for ONE DAY and he sets fire to the plot!

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Fire Bug

He went down to fix my shed roof, but unfortunately we didn’t have enough roofing felt left… things look a lot smaller when they are higher up!

So he saw a big pile of scrap wood and decided to ‘get rid of it’ for me. What a diamond.

I decided that i would pop down in my lunch hour to see how it was going and treated my little worker to a chippy lunch. So civilised.

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Rest Break

He is a good egg though, and by the time I finished work for the afternoon he had done so much hard work!

I know it doesn’t look like much, but he has managed to clear our so much rubbish and has even discovered a concrete path and plinth which appears to have once had a shed on it.

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Proud little man

Sadly all of those nettles and weeds behind him are part of the abandoned “wildlife plot” next door. This is great for hedgehogs, but is awful for us to try and keep the weeds away and the foxes out of the chicken coop. His next job will be to build a nice pallet fence to keep out all of the big brambles and make it look a bit neater.

That big brick structure is connected to our old rotten potting shed (which we will one day repair!) and it blocks off a nice big space behind it.

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So much wasted space!!

This will be all knocked down as soon as MrT gets himself a sledgehammer and will hopefully be the site of a new brewing shed for those cold winter days when a bacon cob is required.

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No more stings!

He has managed to clear the path around the back really well, and has dug up tonnes of broken glass which seems to have been dumped inside the old (now demolished) air raid shelter.

Now its just a waiting game for his next few days off to get smashing and crashing his way through that old building!