I had a disagreement with Mr H.
We need to renovate the bathroom, this bathroom is one of a kind, it is circa 1981, in beige and light blue, and floral with tapware chosen by someone who likes bling.
It looked ugly but clean and functional when we moved in last year so we thought it would do for a few years yet.
Of course the sneaky previous owners were experts with a silicone gun and had more silicone in that thing than in Heidi Montag.
Do you know that silicone just peels off when you scrub the tiles?
And then the water gets in.
And then the walls and floor start to do funny things and make weird shapes.
So, I agreed to go to man heaven. As a family.
On a Saturday.
After dragging them all past the salmonella sausage stand we headed to bathrooms.
Two kids on the large item trolley, jumping up and down and climbing all over it.
Mr H actually attempting to convince me that a corner spa bath would fit in the area that currently only fits a shower, and we could squeeze in a vanity designed for a caravan in the remaining space.
He sighed that the tiles I would like are too small and are harder to lay then big tiles.
The shower base we need was not available.
The kids jumped into a display of baths that were upright and nearly killed themselves as four baths begun toppling down on them.
They then played hide and seek in the display showers while we argued over who was watching them.
When Mr H found a vanity that fitted his budget (still in circa 1981) I agreed, then let him know that the price didn't include the actual sink or the caesar stone top, just the actual DIY cupboard. He was not impressed and sees no reason why we can't have the caravan model.
We left with nothing, other than the paint sample cards that the girls than fought over in the car as one had more pink ones than the other, and no one wanted the normal colour ones I had in my handbag.
Heed my advice, do not attempt a family trip to Bunnings and expect a happy ending.
And when house hunting, beware the silicone gun expert, he hides many a flaw.