Our youngest son is a bit of a dab hand at carpentry. He deconstructed the bunk beds that he and his brother had outgrown and fashioned two garden twin-seater benches.
That was a decade or more ago. Since then the benches have stayed out in the back yard in all weather conditions. Inevitably the wood started to rot. Guess which fool sat down and fell right through. Yep, that was me.
We had a stack of wooden slats in the attic that looked like they might fit.
My oldest son got to work sanding the slats down so that they can be painted
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