The very essence of man

I'm not sure that you really understand the nature of just what you're asking; Expecting me to reveal my innermost self - my very soul. Freud knew nothing; The chink in the armour? The weak spot? The answer lies in the humble shed. (And it doesn't look too favourable for me, does it?)

If you look back at previous blips, you might spot the shed from the outside. I like the way it sits in the garden - pretty much in the middle, on little stilts, with the ground falling away from front to back.

I've so many things crammed into such a small space and a lot of those are either broken, or at the very least need time and care spending on them to make them useful again and it's these things that are important to me - the broken things, the things which need me. They represent purpose and meaning (not to mention time). The whole lot might be condemned by some, but to me, it represents a little bit of the self.

And you thought it was just a shed.