Unusual backyard surprises. When is a shed not a shed??

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Way back in 1960, when I was just a toddler, my Dad's single bachelor brother, who didn't have a house of his own, asked my Dad, who was struggling to keep up the payments on his house, if he would like a garden shed, for his backyard. My Dad jumped at this offer, as most of his tools, lawnmower, and shovels, etc were being kept in the outdoor toilet, at that time. He had no shed. Admittedly in those days, the old hand-mower was not that big, compared to the modern motor mowers of today, but just the same, the old fibre cement toilet was still a little bit hard to get into, and to be used for what it was really meant to be used for, cluttered up by all of this outdoor stuff, jammed in there to keep them protected from the rain, wind, and other natural, or even unnatural, elements. When they were just being left in the backyard, they would often find their way into a neighbour's property, who being also strapped for cash, had "borrowed" them for a while. With the stench coming from those old outside toilets though, the neighbours never did look in there to see where the tools had gone, after Dad, having made an extra effort to get them all back, had then decided to hibernate them all in there. Anyways, to cut a long story short, this is what my Uncle, a tram enthusiast provided to my Dad as his shed. (see accompanying picture). My Dad was a bit annoyed to start with, but as you know, men love their sheds, and this one was a monster one, only in disguise. Every Saturday, Sunday, and weeknight then afterwards, Dad would be pottering around in his new "shed". My Uncle, very handy with his carpentering, had made him some benches, cabinets, and even a desk in one end of the tram. He had even tapped into the electricity in the house, and lighted the tram up too. He thought of those pesky neighbours too. He put deadbolt locks on all of the outside doors of the tram, and even on the canvas sliding doors in the middle section, he put some type of a lock. Only the middle section of the tram still had its original wood slat seats in there. The bench horse hair filled more comfortable seats in the end sections had been removed. My Uncle, knowing that Sydney had decided to rid itself of its tram system, had gone up there and had made an offer for one. All of the others were burnt. (Talk about short sighted, and idiotic, but Governments don't change, they just do these idiotic things in new ways, even today). He paid the princely sum of 50 pounds for it. We we still using pounds and pennies still in those days here in Australia. The more costly part of the exercise was his having to hire a huge low-loader truck to carry it down to Melbourne. That cost him a lot more, that cost him 1000 pounds. Unfortunately, many years later, when my old Uncle died, the maintenance factor on this "shed" was far more excessive than what a normal shed could ever be. For one thing, the short-sighted idiots who had constructed this type of tram, made it with a canvas roof. This had to be continually licked over with fresh paint to stop it from rotting, and the water seeping through. We eventually had the tram removed with a large crane, and it was donated to the tramway preservation society, where it is still being housed in one of their larger museums. It was a Sydney "R" class tram. Did anyone else have something strange and unusual in their family backyard like this was to us? We had newspapers, TV presenters, magazines, and even school groups of kids always coming through visiting and wanting to look over the old tram. We kids also had a ball climbing all over it, balancing on its window edges, and walking along the roof, that is, when our father wasn't there to tell us off, for our doing this.