Summer Project?

Morning,campers!
This is the summer house/garden room/games room/dust hole at the end of my garden.

A peek at it through the arch as you approach it from the garden. It is hidden by a row of conifers and a quite a nice wall that I pretend looks French.

These are as you get through the archway. In the pictures it looks all shadowy and woodlandy and quite romantic, in reality it is weed ridden,overgrown with brambles and a major risk to the feet when venturing down there in flip flops. (Of course, I did.)

We did paint the outside three years ago just to make sure it didn't collapse from non paintage and I also made the old man tear down a corrugated plastic roof that was over the decking because it made it so dark. The problem now is that the deck and the ballustrade are smothered in squashed greengages, leaves and if you're really lucky you might find a dog poo.
Right, the inside.

Quick breather before the next lot. As you can see the inside is fairly neglected. The girls have sleepovers down there sometimes and I have relegated The Old Man's Arsenal and racing pictures and trophies down there. There is also a dart board that I bought him once thinking we could turn it into a games room. Two old tellies live down there, and various pieces of furniture.
Some more pictures.

When we moved here my intention was to make it into a Cath Kidstonesque, vintage haven for me. I was going to write my book down there(oh my aching sides...) and have all sorts of bunting, china, and loveliness around me. But I sort of gave it up in favour of letting the rest of them have it for a games room. They hardly go in there. I am thinking of claiming it back.

The view from the back. I'm ashamed to say that I had to fight my way through to get these pictures. There was once a veggie patch up there but it's too dark anyway to be all the productive. There is actually another little brick built shed/outbuilding up there that I have never been into! It has a stable door and I reckon they had pigeons or some other sort of livestock in there at one time. Miniature livestock as it's only small. Once when she was younger Teenage Daughter #2 asked me in a very loud voice while we (I) was browsing round an antique market if we could buy a horse to put in 'our stable.' Wishful thinking, mush!
Every summer I toy with the idea of clearing out the inside and painting it all white and making it into a more useable space. But, there's so much of it and I wimp out at the thought of all the work. Also the outside needs a massive clear up, we tend to use behind it as a dumping place for the trimmings when we have a cut back in the garden. There is a sort of log store or something behind there.
I feel quite energised in a way just by taking the pictures and thinking about it so I might go up there today and make a little start. Oooh dear, I've started something now!

And now on a more random note, a picture of me and Teenage Daughters at the 50th birthday bash we went to on Saturday night.

I'm the blonde with the big arse.
We know how to enjoy ourselves. Apparently Teenage Daughter #1 spent a great deal of her holiday in Malia doing this in the street with her seven mates lying on top of her. It is called planking and I rather like it. Never one to miss an opportunity to make a fool of myself I thought I would have a go and I got the girls to join me. By this time I had obviously had a few sniffs of the barmaid's apron...

Have a good day, ladies.
xx