The bunker

Unlike this chap http://gardenbunker.blogspot.com/ we don't have a WWII bunker in our garden. What we do have is a rather minging shed and tiny concrete garage that a Smart Car would get claustrophobic in. We'd planned on knocking both down next spring but as usual circumstances conspire to change things. At least we got rid of that bloody climbing plant. I'm sure it was actually a Triffid. It tried to eat me whilst chopping it down.

This whole house renovation thing is one big domino. First we posted the garage on Gumtree to see if anyone would be interested in it. After a lot of knobbers calling and emailing, none actually bothered to confirm. I reposted the advert and they've arranged to dismantle and take it away this week. Oops. Faster than I had dared hope. That means getting rid of the shed to gain access to the garage's end panels. Which means cutting down the Triffid and its trellis homestead. Which in turn meant getting rid of the gate and little panel of fencing. Which also meant hiring a rubbish removal truck.

The top pic is what it looked like a few weeks ago.

I thought I'd better pre-book the removal man well in advance so I rang him up this morning. By coincidence he was in the cafe over the road at the time and popped by for an estimate not 5 minutes later. He could get the lot cleared by lunch time. Whoa! The next 3 hours were a blur of moving junk out of the garage, hacking down the Triffid hotel, smashing the shed to bits and removing the bits of fence. This is after a couple of hours with a sledge hammer and a Black & Decker Scorpion saw.

So now, gone is the old ugly wardrobe, gone is all the old carpet and all the renovation junk, gone is the minging shed, gone is the half collapsed gate and fence panel, and best of all gone is the Triffid,

may it rot in compost hell.