the very un-magic mushroom
aka Dad's tool shed, "up the back" of our property.
My friend affectionately coined it *the mushroom*
cos it appeared there seemingly overnight.
Yesterday evening I blinked at our front garden,
aka the park/oasis/duckpond over the road,
and someone has built a great big bus shelter there.
sheesh. At least it's hidden by the tree.
I'm not very happy about it.
But S9 is.
It appears that *this mushroom* is also his private hut.