I start off old-school. Sandbags and corrugated iron sheets. It is not ideal, but it is all that I have at my disposal. If I was aiming for a thoroughly professional job, I would want it to be lead-lined all the way, but that is never gonna happen; not now the pesky local metal-thieves have stolen a march on me regarding the slates on the church roof. A lead-lined bunker: it is the Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen dystopian design dream.
Strange to think that the most likely survivors of nuclear Armageddon will be the scally metal-thieves. Is this who I want to share my future with? I suppose beggars can’t be choosers. Me, the metal-thieves, and the cockroaches: it is a society of sorts.
© Beery Sue
Beery Sue works up a sweat shifting sandbags.
See how Beery Sue started her project in How to Build a Nuclear Fallout Shelter in your Local Pub #1.