I hate my shed

I really hate my shed.

I was doing some usualy bank holiday weekend gardening and was trying to find the strimmer and lawnmover beneath 4 bikes, one scooter, some old child car-seats and a gaggle of decorating gear. After I had forcable extracted said strimmer and lawnmower, my nice new box of screws up-ended all over the floor and the tray that sits in the top of my toolbox and is filled with a “threading of screws” (my new collective noun for such items) and random bits of raw-plugs, files and hooks also ended up on the floor.

Needless to say.. i just forced the door shut and walked away.

I hate my shed…