Today, I assembled an 8' x 6' pent roof shed. This involved moving the six sides of the 'cube' up, down and around an obstacle course of a garden to the intended site, a very constricted space, where the shed did eventually fit, much to my relief. I had the householder as an assistant, which was slightly alarming, as some panels, the single-piece roof in particular, were rather heavy and had to be lifted over the many obstacles. Adding to the stress was the fact that my assistant has an appointment with his heart surgeon in Leicester tomorrow morning, to discuss the next stage of the rebuild that has been going on for the last couple of years!
Anyway, we did eventually complete the reassembly satisfactorily, though getting the single piece roof panel onto the top was a struggle for the two of us, plus the bloke from across the road.
The point of all this is that I am knackered - although I do know that I dismantled the shed about seven years ago, before it was transported to the current location. I dismantled it on my own - and then got all of it over a six foot fence to await collection - I'm not at all sure how I did it...