Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Monday, 23 September 2019

Cabin Porn: Filthie’s Playhouse





Yesterday the wife and I took the motorcycle out for a Sunday drive after church. I was in my shirt sleeves enjoying one of the last days of fall. Forecast says we’ll probably be scraping our windows in the morning next week. The trees were in glorious fall colour. Big Red rolled over 20,000 clicks yesterday. 



Afterward the wife and I put the bike back in the shed, put the helmets away... and we flopped out and started chatting about everything and nothing... the way we used to for hours when we were younger. She said that perhaps we need another small shed in the yard.

The idea has merit for us. Our current shed is about the size of a mini-garage and just as elaborate. It’s got siding and shakes and windows but it’s full - with the bike in there, and the yard machines and camping stuff there is no room for anything else. Perhaps another smaller one?

I think the Kippers call them potting sheds where the old lady can go in and put flowers in pots and store her gardening junk and do greenhouse stuff. Maybe have a small wood stove so I can heat it up and go out and cast lead even in the cold of winter. (She gets mad when I cast bullets in the basement. Like many she is overly paranoid about lead poisoning).

I’d be just peachy with the one in that in the pic... but I think the wife has something in mind that would match the house and the existing shed. We’ll see if it happens I suppose.

Hope Monday goes as good as Sunday did! Thanks for stopping by.

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