Point of no return

Jings, when you reach half way clearing out the shed and realise you just can't be ar.....

...even though you've discovered evidence of a dinosaur sized rodent living there....

...and you make a mental note that you have somehow amassed 5 petrol cans having run out of petrol 5 times.....

...and you get all ruthless and declare you will never use that 15 year old fungis-o-fied gaudy 1990s feature wall paint or the spider encrusted faded to oblivion Santa stops here sign. And that brings your eye to the two forlorn sledges in the scary dark beastie corner, poor loners haven't seen any decent action in years. C'mon the snow! But let's have some more sunshine days first, because after all, I've only just discovered that not all G&Ts taste and smell like the boggin' rose petal perfume I made in my mum and dad's standard aberdonian rose garden in the 70s, some G&T taste nice, I need sunny evenings as a mixer.