The Shed
I made bold plans as I lay in my bed. I would do it. I would, as it were, "Storm the Bastille".My plan was as simple as it was clever. It was going to be an all out frontal attack on THE SHED
Lawlessness was prevailing out there
There would be nothing less than Revolution, a new order would prevail., (at least some sort of order)
Rubbish would be swept up, long cherished items would be thrown out in a perfunctory manner, There would be no mercy, "no prisoners would be taken"
There would be a place for EVERYTHING and EVERYTHING would be in it's place.
"You may call me a dreamer, but I'm not the only one". The sweet words were running through my mind.
The first thing that fell under my stern gaze was the weedsprayer.
It was heavy and always hard to put on my back.
My plan was clever. I would make a hook for it at shoulder height in the secondary shed. As I was doing that I noticed that the lawlessness that abounded in shed one was also rampant in shed 2
As I repaired to my computer desk for a rest, I had this quiet sense of achievement deep within, but as I surveyed my desk top unease began to creep into my conciousness.
There was something about my desk top that was like the shed, lawlessness was abounding.
The mist was lifting, I had been diverted from my noble cause by some clever subliminal message eminating from "The Shed"
What to do?
As you can see some good things come out of the shed.
Maybe a compromise is called for.
Like Wellington said when he defeated Napoleon, "It was a close run thing"
I am not giving up, I will attack again tomorrow at dawn.
"We will overcome one day" and then Conputer desk, Watch out!