I didn't have time to see the Chelsea coverage this afternoon but may catch up later.
It's been tipping down here most of the day but - of course! - is now sunny and fine. I went to buy my cheapo greenhouse and the convo went like this:
Me: Hello, I'd like to buy one of the little plastic greenhouses - plastic arcs, you call them - but the display model seems to be the last one. Have you got more in stock please?
Salesperson: sorry, I don't know. I could ask, but they're at lunch.
Me: Erm, if you wouldn't mind (thinks: WTF?)
Salesperson (on walkie-talkie): Hello X, sorry to disturb you, have we got any more plastic arcs?
X: Dunno what you mean.
Salesperson: repeats
X: Still don't understand
Me: It's the SMALL GREENHOUSES, plastic ones.
X: Oh right. No. All we've got is the display one.
Me (to salesperson): Can I buy that one, then, please?
Salesperson: ummm, that should be OK.
Me (helpful): Shall I go back to where they are and dismantle it?
Salesperson: Yeah but I'll get someone to come along to take it apart.
Me: stands by greenhouse for some minutes. No-one comes. Finally dismantles greenhouse, packs it into box, phones dh (waiting in car), to come and help. Walk back to till with greenhouse.
Salesperson: Oh!
Me: I did wait but no-one came, so I did it myself.
Salesperson: oh, sorry. I'll take your card then.
Walkie-talkie crackles: Hello Salesperson, sorry it's taken a while, where's your lady with the greenhouse? Because yes, it's OK for her to buy the display model.
Me (taking credit-card out of machine): Well, that's good.
[exeunt]