DH has admitted he's bitten off more than he can chew. We bought a cast-iron bath which weighs nearly twice as much as him, and his certainty that he could lift it up the stairs didn't survive the first step. To be fair, the assistant in the shop had said that it weighed no more than I do and as DH is perfectly capable of carrying me up the stairs . . .
Does anyone know how, in London, we go about hiring professional bath-lifters to get one ludicrously heavy lump of iron up a narrow flight of stairs?