This is our bench. The wobbly bench. The bench Little A and I have shared many a ham sandwich and blueberry muffin picnic on. It sits between two large trees in the playground of our local park. The wobbly bench is a place to relax, to wonder, to dream, it's a rickety station from which to appreciate all the running, chasing, jumping, clamouring, and the very special place where our alter egos - Piggy (me) and Bunny (Little A) - come out to play.
Until a couple of weeks ago, that is, when upon returning to our favourite playground after a brief hiatus - I don't enjoy being coated in damp drizzle - we were greeted by this post apocalyptic sight...
Apart from a lone climbing frame, everything had been excavated, dismantled, removed. The toddler swings. Gone. The big children swings. Gone. The round-a-bout. Gone. The small climbing frame. Gone. Our wobbly bench. Obliterated. All that was left were heaps of upturned tarmac and rubble.
"The swings have gone Piggy."
"I know Bunny."
"Look, the big slide is still there."
"For the moment."
"Are they going to build new ones Piggy?"
"I hope so Bunny. I hope so."
The workmen eyed me with suspicion upon clocking my taking photos of their bombsite.
"Can I ask what you're doing love?" A fluorescent jacketed workman asks taking large strides in earth covered boots towards me.
"Erm, I'm just a mum, I, err, I'm taking pictures for my blog" I reply sheepishly.
"No worries, we sometimes get dodgy types taking pictures."
"Oh, okay. Fine." I'm left wondering why a 'dodgy type' would take a photo of a building site.
The playground is under renovation, which is a good thing, but according to mister workman, a job that was supposed to be completed within a month is now - surprise, surprise - taking longer than originally anticipated. Apparently the council is averse to footing the bill for digging up the tarmac. I just hope we have a new playground by next spring.
In the mean time Little A and I will have to kick leaves in another park.
R.I.P wobbly bench.
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