Age 55 and this summer, I finally fulfilled a lifetime ambition as Queenie and I built our first shed. All 6ft by 4ft of imported wood, gritty roof felt and @wickes essentials, it’s the perfect potter base, a space to call our own as I get to reconnect with a certain slice of childhood nostalgia, the smell of compost, paint tins and odd sods dragging me back … Continue reading Lesbian shed life