The Shed has a small but sincere Nancy Banks Smith archive and naturally wants to add the following to it, from a review of The Archers at
Mike, the one-eyed milkman, is clearing out his garden shed. He is being dragged to Birmingham by his lively wife like a donkey stuck in melting tar. His whole life is in his shed, that repository of disappointed dreams. Like the Tucker Rat Trap (patent applied for). “I designed and made it myself,” said Mike proudly. “Did you catch many rats?” asked Eddie. “No. For some reason, they wouldn’t go near it.”
Sheds are full of shadows. Clearing mine, I came across a sea compass (with gimbal). We thought it would come in handy when we got a yacht.