Are we doing Thursday complaints? Because I have a COMPLAINT.
I've been trying to get into a routine of going for a morning walk. It's not far, just basically climbing a hill near home, sitting down on a bench at the top pretending to enjoy the view but really trying not to pass out because I'm terribly unfit, then back down.
Well, guess what used to be in that patch of dirt? Yep, my bench.
Who suddenly took it away? No idea. For what purpose? Beats me.
Now I just have to defiantly sit on the grass next to it and dare anyone to comment.
This hurts my soul... but I can see in an act of revenge on your passing to place a bench there out of spite. Engraved it on a message to those who had removed it
That's a shame: perhaps the bench was removed because of complaints about its use (e.g. drug dealing, drinking alcohol, intimidation, noise disturbance)? Maybe it was fine when you walked up there but had problems in the evening, for locals.
If so, then removing the bench would only cause ne'er-do-wells to relocate, perhaps not far. Or they might all bring walking stick/seats and gather round on them in the same spot!
Excellent of you to take up a routine of walking: I should do the same...
Maybe someone complained about a middle aged lady huffing and puffing her way up there every morning and being embarrassingly sweaty at passers by... 🤔
This reminded me of an old rant I have, if legacy rants are allowed.
In a job I had many years ago I met a Lord. An actual Lordy Lord. He used one of these things frequently, but it's not part of the rant.
Where I worked sold stone, big slabs of stone for using as big slabs of stone. He came to us on a particularly rainy day and asked me to show him around the yard. I look out the window, rain is pelting the floor and ricocheting back into the sky. We go outside. He had an umbrella, I did not. He did not offer to share.
So around the yard we go, and I show him all the stone. When we reach the last one he turns to me and says "perhaps I'll come back when it's not raining".