Got home, pootled about. DH opened the summerhouse up to do something in there. By the time he turned round, both the new chairs were occupied. By the cats. Of course.
A bit later I decided to sit in the summerhouse for a bit. Only one cat remained, looking very comfortable in my chair. I moved her to
In disgust, he got onto the stool.
Much later, the foam for the cushions arrived. DH fitted it (it fitted perfectly); he'd also vacuumed the cover several times, and it looks OK. So, nearly a bargain then.