shed on wheels
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tiderus
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Tut Tut Nigel, its not a silly thing. In fact I am very envious.
A mans Shed is his Castle. Why not take it with you?
Where else can he escape from the wife.
Also its a good idea because the police around here.
are booking loads of people for sleeping under canvas.
Apparently its a serious offence.
Lurking within tent???
Rgd's Graham.
A mans Shed is his Castle. Why not take it with you?
Where else can he escape from the wife.
Also its a good idea because the police around here.
are booking loads of people for sleeping under canvas.
Apparently its a serious offence.
Lurking within tent???
Rgd's Graham.
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A European take on the idea
ICCCR 2012 Harrogate 1369 Citroen Traction Avant | Flickr - Photo Sharing!
ICCCR 2012 Harrogate 1369 Citroen Traction Avant | Flickr - Photo Sharing!
mariesnowgoose
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mr brown, you are mad as the proverbial March hare 
Very nice shed, though
Very nice shed, though
whitevanwoman
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Are you looking for a lodger?
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What a brill idea....
Move it round the garden when the grass starts to bare.
Move it close to the house for BBQ events.
Move it down the bottom of the garden, for peace and quiet.
Move it into the sun when the shadows come over the shed.
However, don't put anything in it..... or you wont be able to move it!:idea-007:
Move it round the garden when the grass starts to bare.
Move it close to the house for BBQ events.
Move it down the bottom of the garden, for peace and quiet.
Move it into the sun when the shadows come over the shed.
However, don't put anything in it..... or you wont be able to move it!:idea-007:
Robmac
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Looks like a bit of a love shack to me Nigel, somewhere for you to practise your 50 shed's of grey;
Fifty Sheds Of Grey
We tried various positions - round the back, on the side, up against a wall...
but in the end we decided that the bottom of the garden was the only place for a good shed.
She stood before me, trembling in my shed.
"I'm yours for the night," she gasped, "You can do whatever you want with me."
So I took her to McDonalds.
She knelt before me on the shed floor, held it firmly, pulled it gently at first, then harder until finally it worked.
I moaned with pleasure, and thought "now for the other boot."
Ever since she read THAT book, I've had to buy all kinds of ropes, chains and padlocks.
But she still manages to get into the shed.
"Put on this rubber suit and mask," I instructed, calmly.
"Mmmm, kinky!" she purred.
"Yes," I said, "You can't be too careful with all that asbestos in the shed roof."
"I'm a very naughty girl," she said, biting her lip. "I need to be punished."
So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend.
"Harder!" she cried, gripping the workbench tightly. "Harder!"
"Okay," I said. "What's the gross national product of Nicaragua ?"
I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window.
Despite my concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had come up a treat.
"Are you sure you can take the pain?" she demanded, brandishing stilettos.
"I think so," I gulped.
"Here we go, then," she said, and showed me the receipt.
"Hurt me! Hurt me !" she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over my workbench.
"OK then," I replied, "You've got fat ankles and no dress sense."
"Are you sure you want this?" I asked. "When I'm finished, you won't be able to sit down for weeks."
She nodded excitedly.
"Okay," I said, putting the three-piece lounge suite on eBay.
"Punish me!" she cried. "Make me suffer like only a real man can!"
"Very well," I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.
Fifty Sheds Of Grey
We tried various positions - round the back, on the side, up against a wall...
but in the end we decided that the bottom of the garden was the only place for a good shed.
She stood before me, trembling in my shed.
"I'm yours for the night," she gasped, "You can do whatever you want with me."
So I took her to McDonalds.
She knelt before me on the shed floor, held it firmly, pulled it gently at first, then harder until finally it worked.
I moaned with pleasure, and thought "now for the other boot."
Ever since she read THAT book, I've had to buy all kinds of ropes, chains and padlocks.
But she still manages to get into the shed.
"Put on this rubber suit and mask," I instructed, calmly.
"Mmmm, kinky!" she purred.
"Yes," I said, "You can't be too careful with all that asbestos in the shed roof."
"I'm a very naughty girl," she said, biting her lip. "I need to be punished."
So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend.
"Harder!" she cried, gripping the workbench tightly. "Harder!"
"Okay," I said. "What's the gross national product of Nicaragua ?"
I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window.
Despite my concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had come up a treat.
"Are you sure you can take the pain?" she demanded, brandishing stilettos.
"I think so," I gulped.
"Here we go, then," she said, and showed me the receipt.
"Hurt me! Hurt me !" she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over my workbench.
"OK then," I replied, "You've got fat ankles and no dress sense."
"Are you sure you want this?" I asked. "When I'm finished, you won't be able to sit down for weeks."
She nodded excitedly.
"Okay," I said, putting the three-piece lounge suite on eBay.
"Punish me!" she cried. "Make me suffer like only a real man can!"
"Very well," I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.