Iwas reading about how to write a proper blog today and decided I'm doing it all wrong...one piece of advice was to always include plenty of photographs...virtually impossible for me since I acquired this new pc 'cos I can't even find my feckin' photos much less include them in a blog...they are there...somewhere. Lurking behind the Windows 8 settee I expect and probably smothered in dust bunnies by now...and it refuses to accept my camera.

Apparently Reuben spent ages trying to work out how to download photos directly from my camera and it just won't play...whether that is the fault of the camera or the fault of the pc or just because we're being more stupid than usual I don't know...

Anyway...I was going to tell you about the garden shed and you have to promise not to raise your eyebrows or laugh...it isn't kind to mock the afflicted.

You know we have a little caravan...it's supposed to be four berth and would sleep four if two of the people were height challenged...better not say midgets or dwarfs 'cos I don't suppose that's actually allowed nowadays...and that is where Teresa and Reuben sleep when they come over 'cos our cottage only has one bedroom and not enough room to swing a cat...always presuming you'd want to be swinging cats about..

It's beginning to show its age and a bit of the floor has sort of gone under one of the small bunk beds...not that it matters much because they sleep at the other end which is fine. But Teresa got a bit of a bee in her bonnet about having one of those chalet type garden sheds with a verandah on the front...and the more she talked about it the more she wanted one and so it's arriving at some point in the following weeks...before October anyway.

Now they told me all this while I was in hospital and I didn't believe a single word...I thought it was a complete wind-up actually so nodded away happily and thought I'd play along 'cos it wasn't doing anyone any harm after all...

But they really did mean it.

And they're going to buy a futon to sleep on and I think the whole idea is totally crackers...remember the fat green slugs? What's the betting they'll home in on the underneath of this shed and set up home in great slimy heaps...cool and always slightly damp...lovely.

With the benefit of hindsight we ought to have bought a proper mobile home in the first place...but always strapped for ready cash we went for the caravan instead and of course it was easier to get through the gate and park than a mobile home would have been...the original idea was that all the family could avail of cheap air tickets and come over whenever they fancied but that idea fell on deaf ears...one son won't come because we have the 'wrong' kind of fish...he's obsessed with fishing...another won't come anymore because I suspect our lifestyle is too foreign a concept...another won't come again because the child is foul and I made the mistake of telling them so...anyway you get the drift. We have nine adult children between the two of us and all of them are weird or peculiar or just plain bloody minded...but for ole Shitlegs and T.

Anyway Himself has just spent the last hour moving loads of concrete blocks which will form the standing for this shed...the only place it can go is at the edge of the garden under some of the willow trees, though one will need to come down. It could go near the caravan but that'd involve cutting the oldest apple tree down and I'd be spitting pins if anyone took an axe to it...the small birds love that tree and build nests in it and it's not its fault if it's old and a bit decrepit.

It's a lot cooler today and is raining which doesn't much matter because my flowers in their pots could do with a decent soak...the dogs have really perked up again as well. They lay about panting when it was so hot and didn't want their tea or to go for a walk either...

I'm feeling much better but still taking things easy...