In this case, perhaps it was less of a "bump" in the night and more of a "creaking slide" down the hill.
When we first moved here, at the edge of the garden there was a shed, which quickly became affectionately known as the sh*t shed. It was a pretty old, barn-like construction (decades old, if not more) with a corrugated tin roof, and it housed all manner of rubbish and clutter - when we arrived it was literally full to the rafters with rubbish that we had inherited from the previous owners.
|New homes were needed for our items.|
|The shed was mostly cleared out.|
|The gift that kept on giving.|
|A different view.|
|A sad heap.|