Where's our bench, the wobbly bench?
They've dug it up and tossed it away.
The wobbly bench was our special place, where we ate mini croissants and mango slices, and told stories, and played Piggy (me) and Bunny (Little A).
They closed our local playground for refurbishment at the beginning of November. Four weeks we were told. But it was still out of bounds beginning of January, covered in soil and lonely looking rides.
So what did we do?
We played outside of the playground of course! In the park itself.
"Mummy shark, look at me, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."
"Baby shark you're going very fast on that scooter."
"Yes, cos I'm a big girl now."
Round and around she goes.
"Can I take a photo?"
"Stop that mummy shark, I'm scootering."
And the week it snowed, we padded through untouched snow as fine as powder, throwing snow balls, playing chase, as icy flakes landed atop coated shoulders and woolly hats.
And then one day they came....
Jacketed men who laid down turf, attached new rides, rolled out hot, sticky tarmac, made grassy mounds from the earth that had been dug up, scattered wood chips, planted strange wispy things in the new flower beds that look like floppy spider legs, and....
Returned the park benches.
"Mummy shark look.... there's new swings, and slides, and look, it's daddy car, and baby car, and the seesaw."
Finally on 15th February, the big mesh barriers were taken away, and our playground reopened.
We tested the benches.
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