Shed Hell

I did my husband duty of watching the Sex and the City film on Friday night. I can handle the normal 30 minutes format of the TV programme which can be quite funny but 148 minutes of fluffed up nothingness made me reach for the laptop. Even Kerry commented that it made women look like brand junkies with too many product placements.

Our Burnt Flesh Festival party preparations are going well overspending on the Halloween decoration. The house will get a proper haunted make-over ready for the big night. Even Sasha, our cat has got into the spirit of the party with his own costume (I can't believe how well he posed for the camera).

The home improvement plan also took its toll over the weekend as we had two major jobs to do: 1) erect the new shed and 2) remove the plaster from the fireplace. The weather was a complete contrast to last week starting with patchy rain but with the shed parts taking up most of the dining room we took the risk. We painted two sides with a wood stain then put them up. That's when it started to drizzle. Ignoring it we put up the other two walls and the drizzle got harder. The instructions to build the shed were just five sentences and only two useful photos - Ikea it wasn't.

On the third wall we knocked over a nearly full can of wood stain at £26 a go and stress levels rose. As we attached the roof the wind picked up and the drizzle turned into its uglier, wetter relative. Since the path had been dug up the mud appeared and our shoes started to platform up. Finally I had to buy a tarpaulin to cover it up and give up for the day especially after the stress it caused which I can only compare to what old sailors had to endure. Baton down the hatches!