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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Saturday, March 06, 2004
    I only told her I was looking forward to taking delivery of a garden shed - my first-ever, for my first-ever garden. Pip has evidently been contemplating this all week as today she wrote to tell me:

    I still can't believe you are a sheddist. It sort of contradicts your personality, it just doesn't fit. Perhaps I haven't seen every aspect of you or perhaps I have... predictably full of surprises! Did you know that "shed" comes from the Anglo-Saxon for shade, scead, pronounced "shay-ud" which is how they still say it in certain northern districts of England. Scead, of course means partial darkness or comparative obscurity... yes, you are partially dark and comparatively obscure... ordinary folk know you are different... and I know, in a very special way. Now I can see why you are a sheddist. You have developed extra shades of meaning. The shed could be your intellectual pantry, a workshop, a spiritual home. I won't postulate any further, except, like ginger hair and sticky out ears, it could be genetic!

    I just thought it'd be a handy place to keep me bikes.