And so it came to be, that I was dragged kicking in the way only a one-legged man can do, and screaming like a big girl's blouse, to the kitchen design shop.
Oh, what fun we had. After all, it's only money.
Then came home to an answerphone message telling me the Tiger is ready to come home from its' major service at Orrell. I have yet to gird my loins enough to ring up and find out how much I owe them.
You'll probably hear the screams from your house.