Re the unsolicited mail
About 25 years ago I lived on the eighth floor of a block of flats (with a fabulous view of the city centre)
Anyway, I, and the rest of the residents, got a flier through the letterbox from advertising a company which solely built conservatories.
Some poor sod walked through the entire block of flats posting a flier through every single letter box.
Yes, we have a shed. It is absolutely rammed with all manner of stuff. DH is a retired self employed builder, so I’m sure that you can imagine.
It’s also got some really quirky things in it. Including an antique dressing table; an old fashioned witches broom (found in an old house - present for me!) and a film poster for Gladiator (one of DHs fave films)
What’s the worst book that you’ve ever read?