Sunday Morning. And I’m thrown into a huge fight.

All I wanted was a small polytunnel from the garden centre down the hill. It takes about a minute to drive from here to there.

Weeks I’ve waited for enough money to buy it. Weeks.

I won’t go into exactly why it took 3 trips and my very red cheeks and rude words. CASH IS SO MUCH LESS EMBARRASSING. Fact.

I said SHIT to the woman at the till :o(

Anyhoo. I got the LAST ONE. Eventually.

It’s 9 feet long. And so is the box. I’m 5 feet 8 inches. It was always gonna be a struggle. On my own. With a trolley that had two wonky wheels.

It’s home now. And I KNOW that, tomorrow, I’ll be building it alone.

Good Job I’m a wasgij EXPERT of many years standing :o)