The weather is so changeable at present - it was very windy and rained last night, but this morning was clear, dry and still. Squiffany and I had breakfast and she wanted to watch television, and CITV was having a Horrid Henry morning, which could not possibly be bettered, so I left her there and went out to meet Dave. She came out later to see us, and asked about the mortar. I explained that it was used to stick the bricks together, like icing in a cake. Dave said he'd been going to say glue. When the Sage brought another pailful of mortar, he tipped it out of the bucket to fall "like a cowpat", he said. Dave and I agreed we'd have described it as cake mix.