The shed

It is slowly taking shape although I suspect it will still be a few weeks before it can absorb all the stuff that is currently crammed into odd corners of the house. 
Two lorry loads of aggregate delivered today and the garden becomes an increasingly impressive obstacle course.
Pub quiz in the evening and the Grimsayers are losing our touch. Third only tonight. Very dodgy film and TV questions round is my excuse as well as a round of classic album covers where my definition of classic was surely tempted. One man's classic is another man's pop.