A long time ago we decided to get
a new garden bench. Mum found one that she liked the look of in Woolworths, and
me and my brother met her there after school one summer afternoon. She bought
the bench, and the two of us carried it home on a half mile journey for her.
While she began cooking our tea; my brother and I started building it and by
the time our Dad had got home it was finished. Ever since, the bench has sat in
the garden. It’s been varnished a few times and we now have a cushion for it;
but it survived a long time. That it, until just last year when three of us
were sitting on it and the wood suddenly gave into rot and collapsed. I managed
to hold my sitting position while Mum sprang up. Then over the next few weeks I
had the laborious job of cutting it into manageable-sized pieces so that we
could chuck it away in the wheelie bin each week. Meanwhile, my brother built
up this new one.
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