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.
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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.