Who is the Patron Saint of sheds anyway?!

Down at our first HelpX again in Sydney and all I will write on this blog in capital letters is 'SHED'. Yes, our humble abode is that friggin shed again. Those of you who aren't familiar with it - go and have a look at one of my previous blogs/photos. Oh how we have fallen from grace-back down the ladder from the very top rung to the bottom! This time it's for FOUR WEEKS. Suppose it'll get me ready for the squalor that awaits me in Thailand.


Oh and please those of you that speak to me on Skype/Facebook-don't be mentioning it publicly on my wall as Jimbo will see it and could boot us out!!


This is hilarious-maybe I'll just rearrange my flights into Thailand for tomorrow. I'm so over this shed business. "Dear Holy, Patron Saint of wooden sheds, take me away from here now"...ok I've closed my eyes and tapped my red, ruby shoes like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz)...and it doesn't seem to have worked- the shed is still here and I'm still sitting on the lovely 'Welcome' step outside the door :)

The 'Welcome' sign outside the shed door

Chicken poo (looks like it had the dose of the runs judging by the above) which I'm always walking in - it's everywhere

Pathway to my humble abode - the shed is in the background (it's been painted since last time - yippeee!)