In want of a seat

I remember a lament from my youth about a pub with no beer. Well, here's a bench with no seat. I brought it back from the allotment several months ago with the rotten wood seat struts thinking that would be a restoration project within my compass. It has sat in the front garden like this, in want of its seating capability, ever since. Still the weather's warming up and that may just inspire me to give it a go. The day had been pretty mundane -  an outpatient appointment at the hospital this morning (not remotely urgent - the GP's referral letter was sent last March), writing up some shortlisting reports and catching up on the ironing whilst watching England just pip Scotland by 1 point in the Calcutta Cup. A gripping game but, fortunately,  I didn't burn my shirts.