Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
To say that my uncle’s shed sits at a bit of an angle would be, quite possibly, the understatement of the year so far. The way it leans over its sub base and in towards the garden is the very definition of precarious. It could fall at any second. The door no longer closes because of the way the frame has distorted, and the windows are bowing outwards in a way that only plastic windows can do. Glass would have long ago shattered. Inside, the shed is about as full as a shed can get, and probably it is only the contents that is preventing the whole structure from collapsing. I’m sure anybody else would have put the thing out of its misery and replaced it long ago, but to my uncle this is still a perfectly serviceable shed. And looking at it again the other day, in a slightly more upbeat mood, it struck me that if you put a pair of ruby slippers just underneath it, you’d have the beginnings of a small but workable Wizard of Oz theme park.
