Blue Bench

This bench came all the way from Swindon with us. Its a few years old now and has many a tale to tell. It used to be under our dining room window and I can remember the bantams perching on the top and looking in at me having my breakfast in the mornings. Now it is half way down our garden in Kenilworth, under the wisteria, which was out in bloom when we returned from our visit to Jenny in Gerona.

Mr S said "first you must get rid of all the algae", and one evening I decided that it was time to tackle the job, so found a stash of sanding paper and a block and set to work. Then with a bucket of hot water, suds and bleach and with a scrubbing bush I set to work. I had remembered to change into decorating clothes and use my gloves, but as one does I took my gloves off at some stage and that is when I must have got my little boo boo! At the time I was so full of verve that I did not notice the injury, and it was only when I was tidying up that I felt the pain. There on the knuckle of my middle finger of my right hand was a flap of skin hanging off the size of a large pea. These last few days it has been giving me gip.

Even though it is a few days since I painted the bench, I still have my little wound but that the flip side is that I can look out of the kitchen window and see some blue, even if the sky is grey.