For a Perfect Wedding Photo use a Brown Wicker Bench with Foot Stool

There is a ‘lovely’ photograph of me, thankfully in a box in my parents roof space, sitting on a bench with my sister at my Grandma’s second wedding. The reason why it is so ‘delightful’ is that we had the sun glaring into our eyes and everyone was telling us to look up and smile. This did not, however, have any effect. Nor did the bride of extra ice-cream. Our faces were firmly fixed – one in a scowl and the other in a grimace. Why would we be so on such a happy day… Why indeed? The reason is that we were sitting on something that I like to call ‘Sick Bench Syndrome’. I’m sure you know what I mean. This tired old piece...