Actually, it looked even better by the time the first punters rolled up on the dot of 11, since I'd swapped round the rather puny plant on the left with a large bushy fern. The Conversation Pit has never looked so good. I just hope that the raccoons don't have a beery party in it tonight. I was deeply dismayed when I went out on the deck this morning and it was covered in large muddy raccoon paw prints. Of course, I hoped against hope that someone would roll up with $50,000 over the asking price in faintly used bank notes. Instead of which (according to the realtors), they thought the house was dark; that their cars wouldn't fit in the garage; that there wasn't a patch of grass outside for their cats to enjoy. Well, yes, I guess ... But what cat wouldn't love these seats?