Well, no. So we ordered the wall tiles, then scooted around to Topps. Turns out they had the entire country's supply of tumbled travertine modular tiles in THEIR warehouse. 'We can deliver them on Thursday,' they said. '£70.' I pulled a face. 'Okay,' they said. '£28.' 'Thank you,' said I. 'Have a lovely beaming smile!' So the laundry is now full of tiles.
...high up on the wall, a radiator display. Picture the scene if you will. 'I like THAT!' said I, pointing to one that looked like one of those curved screen TVs. It wasn't a TV before you ask. I wasn't THAT buzzing. A customer service chap wandered over. I wasn't in the least disconcerted he looked like Shaggy from Scooby Doo. 'How much is that radiator?' said I. Shaggy checked his hand held machine thingy. 'It's discontinued,' he said. 'We are in a position to haggle for the ex-display model.'
Well, I am not a natural haggler. I can pull a face and get a discount on tile delivery, but haggling? Pah! After what seemed like an hour the three of us said at the same time, '£50?'
We were instructed that the radiator would be removed from display after the store closed that evening because it was 'a bit heavy.' We could come back for it Monday. In removing it from the display it incurred a tiny 'nothing that some T-Cut won't cure' scratch which reduced the price to £40. Andy then agreed to take out a free storecard which knocked off another £5. And the radiator, we have discovered, IS bloomin' heavy. Because it is made from stone. Like granite.
Watch this space. No, not THAT one. THIS one.