Thursday, 7 February 2019

The Story of a Shed


For many years I had promised my wife a proper designated space where she could make stuff and not have to pack it up when she needed a break and also a space to chill if need be. Hey I'm a chap I take 10 years to finally get that shelf up so this project was in my mind a long long time. In fact we moved house while I was still pondering



But in 2016 I started on a Workshop/Studio Summerhouse for my wife, much to her surprise.  Over many years I have sort of kept every bit of wood and stuff I thought might be useful to make something arty so I had a lot of useful stuff and therefore this material became the starting point of a project with no design. We already had an old, rather tired and uninspired summerhouse in the garden which we inherited when we moved to our present house in 2012 and this was dismantled in order to recreate something unique. Part of the roof ended up in a wall, and some bits of wall I think are under the floor. 



And so over about the last three years I have build this. its insulated and plastered inside has a decent roof and some power for basics plus a sewing machine and a bit of heating






Yes it has Fairy Lights and plenty of them. 

I always say a chap can not have too many Fairy Lights.Now I'm no expert at making such things but I do have a practical brain and know the vague principles needed to make a decent strong building, So to be safe I have over engineered this which means it will survive storms, Elephants jumping on the roof and Armageddon. Although having said that I have realized some of those recycled bits of wood for the fiddly bits are not entirely weather proof so come the spring (2019) I will be changing them for some Oak I have found in the Attic . . . . . Indeed a mystery but a good one.








There is a canvas covered Patio at the back that faces towards the west so a grand place to sit and watch the sunset



And inside it looks like this. It has a rather posh Chandelier which was a free-bee so you cant do better than that. My only regret was someone beat me to the other five. . . . . DAMN.

I made some Indian styled shutters for the rear window from a wooden unit that was left in the garage by the previous owner of the house. The rear window itself being a double glazed unit from our house when we fitted new outside doors in the dining room 








So there you have it  that is my wife's Sewing studio (Called The Indian Sewing Studio)  I have entered this into the Shed of the Year Competition for 2019 . . .  I loved that show when it was on the box which sadly is no longer the case, but the competition rolls on thanks to CUPRINOL . . . . Well Done CUPRINOL . . . . . 

To see my entry there, the link is   HERE . . . . . . . . . . 

At some point you may get a chance to vote for it and save me from the embarrassment of coming last, I dont mind too much coming last I'm not really a competitive chap, but we should always do our best and give these things our best shot. 

Finally here is a short video (a badly made video) of the Studio at dusk to give everyone a better idea of what its like. . . . . 






  

Friday, 30 March 2018

Poetry for the Cheesy Snipe

Peter picked 
A pilly pipe 
A porty pry 
And a cheesy Snipe 
And ate them 
All very fast 
To ensure At finishing 
He was not last 
However 

No one should rush 
A porty pry 
They can make you rather sick 
A chap could die.

And now Peter groans
In his bed 
Covered in blotches 
that are 
Large

and

RED

Thursday, 27 July 2017

Poetry for a Grumpy Old Man and his Dragon



A rather odd and grumpy old man

Who came from Mesopotamia

 Owns a large pink dragon

Which he bought

In a market in Transylvania

They both juggle crows

Talk to fish

And have been known to swim,
while breathing Fire

Which they will do at children’s parties

As they are available for Hire

And it is said

When the fennel moon

Is seen in the Sky

Its streaky bacon light

Glinting on the river passing by

That they sing

And laugh

And tell forgotten stories from the ancient Past

But if you ever hear one

Be warned

 It will probably be

Your Last.

Saturday, 15 July 2017

Poetry with beasts and a wizard




A flim flam
And a falafel
Where sitting on a Post
The flim flam looking bemused 
As it ate some thickly sliced hot Toast
You appear to have lost something
The flim flam inquisitively Said
I have . . . 
 I have lost a beautiful Rudy said the falafel
And it’s very very Red
The flim flam smiled 
As it looked out upon the Sunny Day
And said
Is that it glinting discreetly? 
Down there among the Hay
But as they watched 
A wizard picked it up
And held it in his hand
He however noticed 
The narrowing eyes of the flim flam
Looking directly at his Face
I suggest you give that back to its owner
As not too would be a positive Disgrace 
But the wizard laughed and said  . . . .  Or what
As wizards tend to Do
But the flim flam ate him
And on the wizard the flim flam, it did Chew
Until there was nothing left but a very red Ruby
Which it happily returned to the falafel

Because that’s what Flim Flams Do