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never mind the plants, what's in the mysterious shed behind them?

Peep through the chink in the red checky curtings and you'll see PPs,
BAs, at least one cracked mug, with or without its companion the jamjar
full of dried-up paintbrushes, the odd old lawnmolar, a mangle, some
garding frocks, a nail on which to snag your cardie, at least one sack
of hardened cement to sit on, and maybe an old Snowcem drum TAAAW,
spiders, some tools, a missing Stanley Knife, and a wormhole into
Shedspace which connects with a multiplicity of down the backs of
people's sofas, especially ar(Bob's.

HTH

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