Off to the Shed

To give you a bit of an update, we have in fact finished our renovation, on time and on budget (i might add) which allowed us a seamless transition from being homeless and expecting our first child, to having a beautifully renovated home and a new little person (of which we just adore).

We moved back in and then took stock of our where we are and decided just to potter around and take our time with the landscaping side of the renovation, which can be done over the next year or two.

In finishing the house we had the conundrum of a nice new house and an ailing relic sitting in the back yard that was formally my shed. In order to fully appreciate the North west view of our new house, we had to take down the shed, which will also help by allowing us to start moving in the back yard, which had piles of dirt and 6 months worth of unkept garden that had to be dealt with.

You must be able to tell, even by my procrastinating that letting go of my shed was not easy, particularly when I am unsure when the next one would rise out of the ground. Moving back into the house I was able to move a bit of stuff into the house and the rest of the ’shed’ stuff had  to go to storage otherwise I would have no room. I slowly, weekend at a time, began cleaning the old shed out til such time that I could be ready to knock it down.

I got up on to the roof and started to remove the roof tiles and throw them into the wheelbarrow below and then take them the skip out the front, barrow after barrow, I cant believe how many it took!

During this time had a call from Stu, who wasn’t really doing anything and wanting to breathe in some dust on a weekend. He came around and we started the fun stuff, pulling apart the shed and getting it ready for the skip. Unfortunately the old hardwood frame could not be used for anything except fire wood and even then you would blunt your saw cutting it up. We managed to remove all of the things that were holding the shed up, ie cutting all of the bracing units, and generally getting the shed to a position to where we could push it over.  In order to do most of these things we had to use a chainsaw that was in the possession of Steve, who is Stu’s Dad and was down doing some renovation work for Stu as well. We called Steve to see if we could use the chainsaw only to be met with: ‘Chainsaw, you want to use the chainsaw, well I wont allow it, you’ll cut your fu#&ing arms off’, like any concerned father would (even though we are both well into our 30’s). So my little task of knocking the shed down, now turned into a full on exercise with the chainsaw going sending saw dust everywhere!

Please see the link below for a final look at my old shed, with a perfect controlled demolition ready for it to be cut up and taken away.