As I walked past the garden to the car though, I did notice that there were still flowers.
We still have no real house news. Apparently the building society now considers our new house to be 'acceptable' (an improvement on the 'not acceptable' status it's had for the last few weeks) and are now chewing their pens and drinking their tea for a few more days before they get round to giving us an offer on Wednesday. I'm not sure how many more stages they can invent, or how much more I can stand.
Everyone else is ready, and it seems they are keen to inform me of this fact on a regular basis. I wish I had the influence over the building society that they seem to think I have. I'm told that once we have the mortgage offer, there isn't much else to do, so theoretically we could be moving this month.
Again, I won't hold my breath.
In the meantime, we are picking rosemary and lavender from the garden to put in with the reduced supermarket carnations and trying to live here for just a little bit longer.