I work as an illustrator in a very clean and meticulously tidy office. I have to concentrate really hard all day long so it's really nice to get up, go outside and walk down to my workshop where I can chop things up and bash a few nails in and sit around with my feet on the table with my tea and my dogs as the rain hammers down on the tin roof.
I was getting new windows in my office and it seemed a big waste to sell/chuck out the old ones. It was the middle of lockdown so there was not much else to do so I cleared all the crap out of the far corner of the garden, called the builder back and set out a post and beam foundation.
Between us we built the shed in a couple of days out of bits of timber (and some bought bits). Funny thing was there was already a winding path down to it but until now it had never led anywhere.
But now it does. Painted it green first but it looked like some kind of safe house so I went for that lovely black, very elegant. I had forgotten how much I missed my old shed when we extended the house. All my tools were all over the place. I had the best fun bringing everything back to my invisibility shed. I call it that because I hide in it when visitors arrive.