It's back. Just when you thought it was safe to venture outside, the Horror Hut has been resurrected!
For those dear readers who are new to this gripping tale, the background is this: Some weeks ago, Mrs Anubis Evans, fellow resident in this Land of the Twitching Curtains, pulled down her sulphurous yellow shed. I suspect it may have been the entrance to middle earth. Although seemingly of modest proportions, it took seven van loads to empty it. And then, it was no more. (The bravest among you can read this for yourself in the blogs for the 10th and the 28th August).
For a while the new vista in the village was interesting. I learned that Mrs Anubis Evans, despite her claims to be Lady of the Manor (hotly contest by several other hopefuls in the district) never throws anything out. She has several tyres which she uses as planters, also an empty vacuum cleaner and three toilets all now replendent with dahlias. And now, this very week, she and her family have been beavering away on a new Shed-Creation.
Lord alone knows where they got this latest shed from. It has been placed so awkwardly that if her husband, Hissing Sid, opens the door too quickly it'll go straight through the side of his greenhouse.
I seem to remember we had some great suggestions about the likely colour for this new shed, but, dear readers, Mrs Anubis Evans has surpassed even the most fanciful of these.
I kid you not, she's only gone and painted it in luminous paint. It now glows in the dark like some brooding undersea creature.
It's no good, I shall have to grow my hedge even higher to blot out the sight.












