Continuous effort — not strength or intelligence — is the key to unlocking our potential. - Liane Cardes
Today, my house resembles a building site. MM's are in the process of building a bigger and better shed - what is it about men and their sheds? So as I write, I have in the background a symphony of concrete mixer and voices yelling to be heard over the painful noise it makes. Gone is the blissful peace and quiet of last night.
Big holes (for the posts to go in) now dot the landscape of my backyard, they're big enough to bury a horse in and of course there is no better time to dig holes than in the middle of winter when Adelaide has experienced one of its wettest months in years. Yes we need the rain, but I certainly don't need the mud that it generates.
I simply can not get excited about this shed, much to the dismay of my three MM's. I am told it will be bigger than the one we already have, so big in fact that they are building it over the one that is already there (and I thought that one was too big)
Of course when building such a mammoth structure, it is necessary for all of MM's male friends to drop by with several cold beers to oversee the proceedings and make intelligent recommendations. At this stage I take refuge in the house, bar all the doors and pretend I am not home.