She said There's something in the woodshed, And I can hear it breathing, It's such an eerie feeling, darling.

He said There's nothing in the woodshed, It's your imagination, End of conversation, darling.

A change of plan for this weekend, as we were going to tidy up the woodstore - a whole array of items had piled up and maybe, just maybe there was something living in there.....

Straight to work, removing everything, battling with a tarpaulin full of water behind the fence. It was a workout

Extra pallets to raise items of the floor, items put together in order and finally all covered in the HUGE tarpaulin and now there was a tidy section that could be used properly.

Time for some herbal tea and fruit and a nice natter before heading off to enjoy the rest of our Sunday.