I have neglected to mention the new bench,
complete with a ‘legal wood’ tag it arrived
spot on new time; pale Indonesian teak
carefully packed, in sections, waiting to be
assembled. A packet of dowels, some screws
and a couple of bolts had also made the
journey, while I supplied hammer, screwdriver
allen key and muscle power. The heavy
wood was a challenge and the blackbirds screamed at
my huffing and puffing; disappeared when I
tackled the packaging for recycling, so
I sat majestically alone with my
green tea and my now gleeful satisfaction.