Tales from Titchmarsh
longside a traffic not far from where I live is the display site of a company that sells sheds. Just sheds. And the odd greenhouse. But they major in sheds, and each week a new banner goes up along the fence that bounds their property. Everyone who circles the roundabout smiles at the banner for it invariably has some witty play on words. My all-time favourite, last December, read: ‘NOW IS THE WINTER OF OUR DISCOUNT SHEDS’.
