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  • When stuck years ago in a job I hated, my only friend was the public bench. As the tedious mornings dragged on, how I would long for the lunch hour, when I would be able to escape the torture of the office and stroll over to the churchyard and into the comforting wooden embrace of one of its benches.

    "Idle thoughts" by Tom Hodgkinson, www.theguardian.com. February 03, 2006.