As I mentioned a few posts back, we are looking to get our kitchen done this year.
As such, we had a chap from Wickes round last week to measure up and do a design for us. I was straight with the fella and told him that we wouldn’t be getting it just yet – and that we would be also looking at other kitchen suppliers – and that this was just to give us an idea of what could be done in our awkwardly sized and shaped kitchen and also to give us a rough idea of what it would cost. He was fine with that, measured up, went through a few brochures and went away to see what he could come up with.
Yesterday, we had an appointment at midday with him at the showroom.
He took us through the design he had made, and then patiently changed and adjusted and re-adjusted it all to suit Mrs Masher’s ever-changing whim. After an hour of this, he printed off the price.
I bit my lip and kept a straight face. Then he applied all the discounts which brought it down to just ten grand.
Which is an absolute bargain.
Even so. Ten flippin’ grand? On our poxy little kitchen? I definitely need to talk her out of having that dishwasher! And maybe talk her into getting a smaller cooker. And fridge.
And, I may also need to sell a kidney.
If anyone’s interested.