One's bench and one's garden

To tell you the truth, I've given up on the bench. Somewhat unexpectedly there was another person sitting on it today, so I don't think I can claim it as mine after all. I also realised that I prefer to be moving. Being a twitchy person, sitting still doesn't suit me. However I have written a short story about the bench, amongst other things, so it can be immortalised that way. There is no need to go to the expense of painting it. But if some house builder tries to cut down that tree, I will strap myself to it.