Autumn colours...

The red garage door has it's uses, mainly that it provides a gorgeous backdrop to brighten a dull autumn morning. It also hides from the world a room full of worn out gardening tools, cardboard boxes filled with old books, Christmas decorations that'll never ever be used again, three broken book cases that I'm going to fix one day and at least half a dozen buckets of different sizes mostly without handles.

There's also a running machine that doesn't work and will be fixed one day, a 27 inch analogue CRT TV that no-one wants but still works and I used to watch when pounding my feet on the running machine. The TV now only shows DVD's from a dodgy old player and as long as you like Jurassic Park 2 it's fine. (The eject button doesn't work. It's now unlikely ever to again since I buggered the mechanism completely when trying to get the disc out with a knife.)

There's also a copious supply of "You never know when you might need that" timber. So if any of you ever need a architrave for a 4 feet 2 inches high door frame or an 18 inch strip of maple quadrant mitred for a left hand side window frame (that was actually 20 inches) it's here waiting.

Nearly forgot to mention the hundreds of paint and varnish tins stored for the last 18 years 'just in case'. Like err, "just incase we ever decide to paint any of the rooms the colour they were in 1995. As if.

One day we may move into a house with a 40 foot long hall that's only two feet wide so I'm hanging on to the roll of blue paisley carpet .

And don't worry if you ever need a kitchen widget, I have obscure door fittings and unknown thingies going back to my first fitted kitchen in 1976. MFI lives on.

PS The bag of plaster is only 10 years old and lives in a corner. It's set solid of course but now it's too heavy to lift. There's a sack barrow in there too but it's behind a pile of timber so sod it.