Today my bench collapsed (and yes I did sit on it when it happened). My hello day, drinking coffee in the morning sun bench. It was old, from my grandparents' house. But it was perfect. Not too wide, not at all fancy in any way, just a plain, old bench, exactly as it should be. And yesterday, I even got flagstones to avoid getting my feet wet in the grass while walking to my bench in the morning. Now it is gone, old beyond repair, according to my husband. I guess he'll have to make me a new one.