Well, after a period of uncertainty; of damp and repeated bitumen failures, today, tonight I toast my shed! Back from the dead thanks to the efforts of my step-father and my brother who put it right with much expertise and Onduline whilst I was at work myself. This really is a case of Rome was built in a day and I'm so glad, I thought I'd begin a thread on what some may consider, perhaps wrongly, that last bastion of boyishness, of chauvinistic endeavour - for what is a 'man' without his shed..? Not only do I look forward to hours of fettlery and other indulgences but it becomes my own private place once more beyond the reach of children and the fairer half. Luckily my other half hates spiders and within a few weeks added to this will be the healthy stench of empty beer bottles, the eclectic clutter of cds lying about the place, the reek of GT-85, oil and a healthy sprinkling of bike parts. I've already even 'created' a problem that needs 'sorting' such is the love affair about to be once more. So, pictures will follow and perhaps a sofa and a DVD player too, but do any other cyclechatters feel this way about their beloved sheds? Is it a place that you too visit to be alone in the solace of your own fettledom? Is the shed truly the best room in the house? And perhaps whilst others see the ultimate status symbol in the shape of a Mercedes or a Lexus, do you too agree that the only status symbol that really matters, is having a beer fridge in the heart of the home?