Monday, 19 July 2010

The Bench

I want to tell you about my bench.Its not any old bench. Its not sitting in the middle of a park with a discarded newspaper and someone's old sandwich packet waiting forlornly... My bench is The Bench.



After a long day doing Mum type things or even after a short day doing Mum type things The Bench is where I go to sit and contemplate life and the universe.And joining me, quite often is my Bench Mate. My next door neighbour.As we stand in our gardens bringing in the washing or dead heading the roses, our eyes meet and we know that it is a Bench Moment...

'Fancy a bench?' one of us will say... and five minutes later we are there, looking out over the garden, wine in my hand, beer in hers.We don't have to talk, but we usually do...And after our wine has been supped, our beer enjoyed... we head off back to our lives... cooking the dinner, helping with homework, strengthened and re-envigoured to face life afresh... by The Bench.

6 comments:

Marlene said...

Everyone should have a bench.

Lisa Page Rosenberg said...

Today, your blog is my bench.
I thank you.

Studentmum said...

Great Bench, great neighbour!

Gail said...

I need the bench and the neighbor!

sarah at secret housewife said...

I wish you could all come and sit on my bench. I would love to give you wine, beer... anything you fancied... and we could just chill. Sometimes everybody needs a Bench Moment. xx

Sarah said...

I love this! Benches have so many stories to tell, if they could only talk. It's funny that some of my most powerful memories are from conversations on particular benches, which are so vivid in my mind.