If we have widened the thread from sheds to general garden subjects, my I inform the assembled masses that I have spent the afternoon (or a large part of it) digging a hole in the unyielding clay in my garden in order to plant a new tree? It was back-breaking stuff, and as I was firming down the newly enriched soil after the successful planting, my wife kindly called my attention to a foaming pint of beer that she had poured for me by way of reward, and which was now sitting enticingly on the patio table. From a standing start at the bottom of the garden to the beckoning tankard took less time that it takes to say "Mr Bolt eat your heart out".
I am now about to pull the cork on something full bodied and red as well.
PW