Taking in Lodgers.

Jerra and Clicky are off to the wild blue yonder somewhere.
"Up over" as one of my, now long deceased, colleagues used to refer to "The Land O' the Haggis"; in a caravan as opposed to a boat.
Himself, fearful of a drought of the plants in the multiseveral days, has filled my "Potting bench", and then some.
Over the cool season I had a "cabinet reshuffle"; the benefit of which is yet to be manifest. I moved the bench from down the RHS
(no, NOT Royal Horticultural Society.) to across the end.
As was = full right hand length unproductive.
As is = 1/3 of bench now over path & both sides usable - eventually.
Well, that's the theory.
To the left, the tomato(s).
To the right, assorted dross, scheduled for export.
In the middle, the Lodgers. Almost all his, about 3-5 of mine.