Sitting in a village church recently, I was struck, not for the first time, how very uncomfortable the pews were. I squirmed and fidgeted about like a five year old. It was extremly cold and in my haste to get to the funeral, I had forgotten my favourite cushion – an absolute necessity if one was to sit and endure the entire funeral without absent mindedly squealing every so often. I have been familiar with the Jacobean pews for many years. The church is justifiably proud of these original oak benches with their now uneven planks that creak loudly whenever you breathe in or out. The backs are seriously unfortable too so no respite there if you slump in a heap. These are wonderfully antique and the very essence of early furniture but how I prefer to sit in a ancient armchair or run my fingers along a beautiful oak settle. As long as it doesn’t involve sitting to listen to a sermon or euology!