Thread: A question from a bloke.

Originally Posted by Howdya do that

Two actually

Do you share your shed with a male partner?

If you answered no what would you say if he wanted to?

At this point in time, No to the first question and NO!!!!! Go use your own shed!!!!!!!!!! to the second

Why do you want to know?

cheers
Wendy

So Wendy you obviously think that men & women should have their own separate sheds.

Hi Wendy,

She's been watching better homes and gardens

Originally Posted by echnidna

So Wendy you obviously think that men & women should have their own separate sheds.

What's it got to do with the men/women thing? If anyone happens to think they can simply move into my shed just 'cos they live on the same block, my answers would be exactly the same as Wendy's.

Well... not quite. It'd be more like "Buggroff! Getcha own shed!"

Yes I do share a shed with my hubby.

But when I am doing a project in there, and I want to get it finished, he tries very hard to stay out of there!

It works the other way round too.

Would love one of my own, but it would have to have an ajoining room between our workshops with the bigger tools in it that we couldnt afford to duplicate. Ahhhhh all my own tools.......my own spacehmmmm

Donna

I must admit I would like a shed all to myself.

Yes though reluctantly at times.

Would be happy to have the company occasionally if he could just bite his tongue with the goddamned instructions on how to do *my* project (no matter what it is woodwork or not) !

Mostly though I like having the meditative time to myself with just working noises for company - perhaps because I share 90% of my daytime waking hours with a 3.5yo whose favourite words are "but WHY Mummy???" .

Steph

My husband has given me a space to scroll in HIS shed

spring

Me bein the gennalsman that I am I OFFERED space in my shed to her highness... "yes darls no wukkers you can use a corner of my shed for your quilting"... "ooh thank you sweetheart thats nice of you can you make a work area for me too?" "No worries darls"... so I did made her a lovely workarea bench cupboards you know all good stuff even had a whirl at making her one of those quilt hanger thingys and set it up too!!... she comes out to the shed on "showoff day"... "Oh thats wonderful thank you darling" "no worries love" says I with a huge grin counting the good brownie points Im collecting... "mmm can you make a wall between your stuff and mine?" "eh? why? I thought we could work together and that way spend more time together you know be good eh?" "well... yes but I just think you might make too much dust for my quilting so maybe a wall... and you better put in some sort of fan to take away the dust and some insultation cause it gets a bit cold hey! how about a heater? that would be nice oh and I need light so we better get some windows in I can make the curtains from grandmas old lace curtains cant I... ooh this is going to be so much fun" hugs and runs to the house

Soooo I sobbed into me beer and got stuck in... yep built her a wall even whacked a door in then got some of that clear sheeting for her side of the shed but couldnt bring myself to cut a window hole... I dont like glass in the shed tends to break so I was thinking and plotting a couple of old shearing shed style cuts out for it... she waltzes back in with her wang dang snazzy EXPENSIVE sewing machine (this thing cost more than my T/S B/S Th Jointer AND ROUTER all together! expensive bloody hobby sewing ) she puts that nicely on the work bench Id made her then tottles back to the house... for the next 4 hours for the next 2 days shes doing these trips back and forth back and forth all the while smiling as happy as larry

Finally she stops and says "Well? are you going to make the windows?" I look at her then her now packed with sewing paraphanalia and materials and look back at her "mmm you do know that thats all gonna get covered in dust if I do right?" "no it wont! You will work clean mister!" "mmmm no I wont... not a matter if I want to or not darls the timber will just make dust thats all its like that" "Well it can just jolly well stop being like that!!" "cant help it sweets its what happens when I get to making sawdust and stuff" "Well..." she ponders for a bit "What about you get into welding eh? You have a bloody welder use that!" "well welders work with metal sweets I work with wood" "then why buy a welder?" "cause welders are needed from time to time you know like when I needed to fix the trailer? that sorta thing" "Well cant you work with the welder to do this?" "well I could but..." "But what?" "Well it would no doubt leave splatters of HOT metal over everything and your material would be ruined pretty quick I reckon" "WHAT!!!???" "yep look I can cut that window out above the workstation no worries with the grinder no problem but the splatters would fall onto the material... and I guess I could make your shelving with metal but since Im now tightly squished into two bays Id have to make it here on the workbench top and well that would mean you sewing machine would get a few splatters but I can try to do it clean... dont hold much hope but I'll give it a whirl for you"

She takes a look at me then at the shed "WELL... BUGGAR YOUR SHED!! Im moving it into the dining room!!" "well go ahead sweets I dont mind eating on the couch be good actually cause I can watch the news in comfort yeah good idea honey go for it!" "I WILL!!" "yep you go right ahead you want a hand movin all this stuff?"

So unlike others who have to tell others to "buggar off" She told me to "buggar your shed" aaaah a blokes gotta love that!!

Don'tcha just luv Wild D's thought process?
Wotaway to keepyer shed!!
Me? I can't spray the redbacks, I don't want to hurt the gecko's!

Ernie.

Originally Posted by Ernie47

Don'tcha just luv Wild D's thought process?
Wotaway to keepyer shed!!
Me? I can't spray the redbacks, I don't want to hurt the gecko's!

Ernie.

aaahh redbacks eh? and keepin the ol gecko population up an runnin fine things to do mate!!... after that wonderous excersize in stupidity by her bloody highness ala the legendary possumpoop ala the other half... I found myself doing a bit of lathe work... as in standing at the lathe with a chisel in hand LOOKING at the hunk of timber sitting there between centres glaring at me... and I was about to set the chisel to the stand thing and gerrinnait... when theres a sudden rushing sound right next to me foots... the lathe has been set so the motor end is where her highnesses sewing machine would have been right next to the center doorway (three bay shed)

Anyway I think "geeez flamin heck thats some sorta bungarra down there" and looking down saw this streak of deep green slither rapidly across the floor... large buggar of a thing about 5 or 6ft long and a good 4 or so inches in girth... bloody big joeblake!! no worries away you go ol son I think and step back as he went by at an increasing rate of knots toward the back roller door and the near side of the seatainer... no worries must be after a mouse or such I thought and started turning my processes back to the lathe when whooooooooosh and looking down theres another one!! not quite as big but none the less that made 2 joe blakes in a matter of seconds!! not good eh

So I figure they'll head out an make their residence under the seatainer where the wee feild micies live... but no I come out the next am and go to reach up on the half shelf Ive made for timber storage for a peice of Oregon up there and buggar me!! theres these two snake heads pearin down at me lithe tongues goin a mile a minute cold black eyes glaring down at me... right above where her highness had placed her bookcase cupboard containing some of her material...

They just looked down and laid there eyeballing me!!

IN ME OWN SHED!!!...

I got cranky and started swatting at the blighters with the shed broom... but they just slithered a bit further back among the bits and peices Id thrown up there... they were NOT about to give up their new digs for some silly little tubby curley haird human bean!!

So what did I do? I called her highness... "OY!! Poss!! Come ere love and get a gander at this!!" and so she waltzes out "You know you had yer sewing machine there right? an your cupboard right there right?" "yeah so you can have it I dont care" "yeah but think about it sweets if you had have stayed and shared me shed imagine the fun we could have had with them buggars" and I pointed up to where the two green heads were glaring down then along the length of timber following the line of the body... then I looked at her "you right love theyre only a couple of joe..."

"aaaaaaaaahhhhhh bloody snakes! kill the bastards kill them QUICK!!!" "oh come on hun theyre only..." YOU KILL THEM MISTER OR I WILL NEVER EVER STEP FOOT IN YER SHED AGAIN!! YOU HEAR ME?" and whoooooooooooosh she was gone in a flurry of blonde tresses...

Now I took me time and cogitated the situashun... had a fag while talking it through with Joe an his missus... then I decided they were a nice pair of snakes and would by my reckoning keep the mice situation under control and probably some of the other critters that had started to make their home in and around me shed... and they were sorta smiling down at me all lovey dovey... so...

I still gets me shed!!... and by the way... her highness has done as she said... she has not stepped one toe inside the shed since!!! ITS MINE I TELLS YER!!!


note... I havent seen Joe and his missus for a few months now and I think theyve moved to cooler climes under the seatainer... but hey Im not tellin the missus that!! The shed... well the shed she is MINE!! its all good spider webs lizards bugs birds speaking of birds I think a couple of Kookaburras have moved camp from down at the creek to the shed... pretty cool eh?... when we put it up we didnt finish around the doors so theres these gaps some wider than others and when I went out there yesty one of the Kookies flew straight out while the other waited till I opened the door then zzzzzzzzzzzoooooooooooom gone back up to the willow at the creek... bird shyte everywhere!! lucky I keep everything covered supposedly against water ingress but well at least it kept the guanno of the machines... wonder what possumpoop would think if she knew they were in there

Nah the missus is now firmly ensconsed in the dining room spread over the table her workbench and the bookcase library material storage unit... and thats the way I like it uhuh uhuh YEAH BABY!!!


oops sorry Neil couldnt help it!

That is just a great story, Shane! Have a greenie.

I am confused - help me out here...

How can someone called "Bob" be an *honorary* bloke?

Steph

We get more spiders, geckos and snakes in the shack we live in than the workshop!! Good excuse to spend more time in the workshop

Donna