I'm having a head-in-hands moment with the electrician.
Remember our, ahem, disagreement over the flashing disco lights in the kitchen? I.e I hated them and he wouldn't listen?
Well, the electrician produced a set of lights that apparently did warm white, AND all the other colours. And insisted I had them. So I said "OK" thinking that I would just turn them on warm white and never change them.
But it turns out they don't do warm white. They just do shades of horrible pink, horrible blue, or horrible green. They do not, in fact, go anything resembling light yellow.
ALL I BLOODY WANT IS A WARM WHITE. All I ever wanted was warm white.
Now there is harrumphing and moaning about having to redo some work because "'t'customer 'as changed 'er mind again".
This is what happens when they don't bloody listen to the client. I've been communicating VERY clearly about this from the start. I have been like a monk religiously intoning a mantra of "warm white". It's difficult because they all clearly have these lights in their own homes, and so I have been polite about not thinking they were right for me personally and avoiding saying I think they are possibly the tackiest thing I have ever seen in my life and make any space look like the kind of club that has sticky floors and cocktails named after sex acts but clearly saying "I really want warm white and I won't really use the colours, but fit them if you must" was redolant of all of Empson's seven types of bloody ambiguity.