Let it be said that you should not measure the worth of a man by the girth of his shed. If Happy has a tiny one, and Happy is comfortable in his own skin with that fact, then let Happy be happy. Who are we to cast stones upon a man who can securely and confidently brag about ownership of a miniscule hut?
If we're playing with metaphors here, yes I am perfectly happy with the size of my future shed. It will do what it's meant to and will keep me happy. I'm sure I mentioned it's not a refuge, it's a place to store my bikes and garden stuff. I have an office for a refuge. With a TV, broadband, my PC, radiators and it's at the opposite end of the house to where the missus will be. It will also quickly have a decent quality, hard wearing carpet in it that isn't black. The lass who used it as a bedroom, was slightly embarrassed when I asked her what the hell she was thinking with a black carpet, apparently it was a phase she went through. Kids eh? I also have a big hammer, which is more important than the size of the nail, as the saying goes.
Life's a metaphor. Or an allegory, a trope or some other kind of literary conceit. Or summut. Enjoy the carpet whilst you can. That's what I say.
