All is not lost however. For Monday, lunch P and I are about to eat this Buckingham Palace-style sandwich, below. Will it taste ever so slightly of slug? No matter. The cuke has promisingly filled our fridge with that extra scenty scent you get from freshly-picked, home-grown stuff.
I'd better add a couple of visitors among the eggboxes last night, if only to keep on the right side of the Trades Descriptions Act with reference to this blog's name. Here's a very fine Blair's Shoulder-knot in its coat of tweedy respectability (but Update: no it isn't. It's a Sprawler. See Richard's comment and next, special penitential, post) along with yet another variant on the November Moth, showing the twin bands clearly, and a Dark Marbled Carpet, keeping that large family of moths in the picture as autumn goes on.