The Great Pavilion is slowly filling up with flowers.... though it always amazes me how late they leave it to finalise their displays. Most of the stands are still only half-finished by the night before judging; and right now, the whole place looks like a building site (even more so than Main Avenue does outside).
I'm having a slightly odd Chelsea this year as I'm spending most of it in an edit suite in an obscure back street nearby watching the lovely James do his thing as elegantly and wittily as ever, if rather disjointedly as we're cutting his links together with footage in a telly sort of way. You too can hear his wise words on BBCi (aka Red Button, aka the nice people who have employed me as part of the team covering the show this year).
But I'm back in the showground on Wednesday for a swanky party... all will be revealed in a multiple postcard winging its way to you then.