No Cats. I was standing in a bus queue on the way to Stratford in the thunderstorm...

SRS - I know what penultimate means.

I have the ultimate bag of concrete in the dining room, because I still have to lay a little by the fence which is not part of the patio. Had it been the last bag, I would have written so.

Morty - the slag heap will be where she always is, stretched out on the lounger with a cold beer!

Dead - the house has been decorated all through at least once, which is why it's taken 6 years to remove the spoil heap!

Treated myself to a chocolate Cosmos plant, a thing like an arum lily, but custard yellow, some ageratum, some French garrymolds, some lobelia, and a pretty creamy peach rose I received as a present recently.

Already there were roses, periwinkle, lavendar, buddlea, bleeding hearts, bloody cranesbill, Japanese anaemones and creeping Jenny.

LTS