Years ago, we had a massive TV. And then it broke down. As it was too big for me to move, we had to wait for about three months till my parents visited and it could be taken away.
After that, I was determined to say no to any other offerings if they were too big or heavy for me to deal with alone. However, I then accepted a Wendy house from my sister – it could be deconstructed and would fit in a car.
Except that it didn’t deconstruct anywhere easily as I had hoped. Anyone who remembers my post Sorry Strawberries might also remember how it went. But someone did buy it the next day and came back with a car big enough to fit it in last night.
Whatever I choose, it will need to house all the gardening equipment I have been keeping in the house as well as the heap that is on the garden path, or what was the said path. For all that, though, I would rather be planting another tree!