Concrete, or this?

This I guess.

The builders won't be here forever. Will they?

They're lovely.

But it's like having 'The Tiger Who Came to Tea'* here. On the sugar front anyway.
(They've eaten ALL the sugar in the cupboard! Funny how these phrases from old children's books stay in the brain.
I wish more useful information would lodge there.
Like passwords for instance.
Don't start me!).

When 'all the cars have got their lights on', I wonder whether the Daddy will come home and take me out to a cafe for my supper?
*Good old Shirley Hughes.