What’s in a name?

What’s in a name? Leaving aside references to Romeo and Juliet, and ‘that which we call a rose….’ etc, well, quite a lot, really!

When I first built this workshop, when I moved to where I now live, it was called ‘the shed’. Not even with capitals – so, not ‘The Shed’, just ‘the shed’. I thought it was a lighthearted, tongue-in-cheek name for the lovely, lovely building in which I work.

The name was ironic, really. I mean, this building wasn’t even sold to me as a ‘shed’. It was purpose-built for what I do, and strictly speaking, it’s a timber garden building that’s insulated, lined, floored and double-glazed. Oh, and which happens to contain my favourite stuff in all the world.

So, I guess it’s a frame of mind thing. It’s not ‘the shed’ any more – indeed, I haven’t referred to it as such for some time now. I rebooted my thinking with my attitude to work. So, for a while now, I’ve been working in ‘The Workshop’. Which is what it is.

Dad asked me last birthday what I’d like as a present.

I chose this sign. Thanks, Dad.