The Dark Side of the Shed

Richard painting the shed.

The weekend wasn’t a complete wash-out: we managed to paint the shed after all. The shed, and both sides of the fence. A task that took all afternoon.

Around midday — and two chapters into Lego Star Wars II: The Original Trilogy — Rich and I realised that the sun was finally coming out, the shed’s walls were drying nicely and assuming that we could muster the strength and enthusiasm we could get the shed painted after all.

Fast-forward half-an-hour and we were listening to Planet Rock on my DAB radio, and enthusiastically slapping paint onto everything: the shed, the ground, our shoes, arms, hair … everything. It was going Cuprinallovertheplace!

I’d placed my radio inside the shed, partly to protect it (initially from rain, should it come, but eventually I realised from paint!) and partly to get the best sound. At one point, early on, I stood back and marvelled at what looked like the shed singing along to the Black Sabbath song “Changes”:

I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes

It was quite prophetic! As was the next track, from Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Shed” album.

A good job, well done. A fine lunch rustled up by the lovely, tennis-playing Jane. Good company from both Rich and Planet (is that Robert Plant?) Rock. All in all, a very enjoyable and relaxing weekend. Just what the doctor ordered.

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