Sarah and Guy Build A Shed

A bit more background... We write our planning application out.  In triplicate.  Or is it quadruplicate?  Whatever, my new printer/scanner/copier comes into its own and we are able to duplicate lots of lovely colourful plans and send them off.  And wait.  After a week or so a Planning Notice is attached to the fence opposite my house.  Which makes it look like the local farmer wants to ‘change his use’ to garden.  We pin the notice to the oak tree instead.  Nobody understands it.  So we write an explanation and pin that to the oak tree too.  Everybody understands the explanation but can’t understand why planning is needed.  Don’t Get Me Started, is all I can say… We wait the statutory three weeks for objections, and none come.  Probably because nobody can understand it.  We email Keith The Shed to say ‘slight hitch with planning, bear with us’.  And wait.  Then we have a phone call.  The planners and Cou...

A little bit of background. Actually, ‘Sarah & Guy Build A Shed’ is probably pushing it just a bit at the moment…  ‘Sarah & Guy Want To Build A Shed But Are Completely Thwarted By Planners’ would be closer to the truth…  And it seemed such a good idea when we started… Way back, in the depths of winter, as I was gently recovering from a delicate bout of gastric flu, Guy announced that he would like to move in with me.  Given my state of health at the time (rampant trots, severe weight loss and extreme crankiness), I can only assume that he presumed I was going to pop my clogs and he’d be already moved in to have the house to himself.  Fair enough, I thought… Anyway, it seemed churlish to turn him down, so we decided that was it – we would Move In Together.  Except of course I’m already here, so really it was more a case of we would Move In Here.  Besides, we’ve been married for over a year now and we’re still talking, so it’s obviously going to b...