I thought I'd take the opportunity of hijacking this blog as it's Blog Takeover Day. Well, this is called 'Debs Daydreams in the SHED' after all, and it's where all these posts and her other writing efforts are created.
My day starts at various times, but always with Herself marching towards me, a determined espression on her face as she passes the Bay tree and blackcurrent bushes on one side of the path and the vegetable garden on the other. Without fail she carries a small tray holding a mug of tea and one of those little Bonio biscuits for the grumby Miniature Schnauzer trotting behind her.
To be honest, most of the time she sits silently tapping away at her shiny black laptop with the dog snoozing by her in his chair. Occasionally she curses, and sometimes she even laughs, but rarely does anyone dare to disturb her here, mainly I think because it wakes the dog and he starts that high-pitched yapping business. It's a perfect deterent.
Every couple of weeks before locking my door for the night, she'll reappear brandishing a can in her hand. She takes a deep breath, frantically sprays some foul vapour around, then leaps out, slamming my door shut. Always returning the next day with a dustpan and brush to sweep the curled up dead spiders that were hiding in my corners.
I shouldn't moan too much, I did get a makeover earlier this year, and far prefer my new color to the old one. I had a more successful 2009 than she did too, being lucky enough to be a finalist in the Shed of the Year Competition. In fact, any sheds reading should think about entering, it's great fun.
Tonight, she's planning to sit and watch a distant cousin of mine on the telly. He doesn't look like me at all and apparently is far larger on the inside than his blue policebox exterior suggests. He stars in something called Dr Who, and is inhabited by a continuing change of timelords, which makes me glad that I only have to get used to one person, even if she is accompanied by a short, grey thing that resembles a fluffy breezeblock.