A Man’s Work is Never Done

So after tidying up the shelves and nearly splattering my finger everywhere, I’m not allowed to do any more work on the potting shed.

His Stern Face

MrT had another day off today so he has been building ther framework for the roof…

Yay!

It looks like its going to be something now!

It is looking pretty ace if I do say so myself. I’m rather proud of my fella and his ‘Mad DIY Skillz’.

Since my last post, I have managed to find a load of laminated glass going free – just had to pay £15 for a man in a van to transport the stuff. Its super thick, and even though a couple of panes are cracked the lamination means that they are still intact and can be used for the roof. The one downside is that they are SUPER heavy so will need a shedload of support.
AND we need to find some way of cutting them down or else we would have had one steep roof apex!
Anybody got any recommendations of how to cut it without power, heat, or a stable surface to work on? No, I thought not…

Its looking pretty good in there now though, so whilst he was doing that I decided to have a go at clearing up a bit. When MrT suddenly gave me an excited shout though I had to come and see what he had found.

Time Team Styl-ee

Look! A fully functional – and rather beautiful – path! It was covered by a hell of a lot of mud and muck but now that its dug out and has been rained on a bit it looks amazing. Plus there’s a few lovely steps that lead up to my orchard. Yet another awesome gift from the previous tenant.

So pretty… or they will be soon!

Cinderella…

After his mad bout of destruction, the Mr has gone back to work.

And in the process, he has left me to deal with the mess left behind.

So today has been a nice sunny day cleaning up shedloads of junk from years of neglect. Yes I am still talking about the potting shed here – nothing else!

The potting shed’s remains

Luckily the weather was warm so it went pretty quickly.

Getting there

The worst part was trying to rip apart the shelving without damaging myself or the glass windows… Looks like I was only successful in one of those areas though. I’ve fully crushed my sweary-finger between the shelving and reckon my nail won’t last much longer.

Ouchy.

War wounds

But by the end of the day, the ground was clear and I had found a lovely solid path between the two beds.

I can’t wait to get using this place, although I reckon itll be a long time coming!

Ready for a new roof!

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….