Well..... I went down on Friday to France to be met with 3 voicemails from the man that sold us the tiles! PLEASE CALL ME, the tiles are in Bergerac. We were supposed to get at least a weeks notice so that we could organise men to unload the truck and perhaps a forklift. 7 tonnes of tiles would take a lot of unloading, especially if I was the only one unloading them. Lucy was coming down on Satruday afternoon. Anyway. I couldn't get hold of anyone we know in France to come and unload the lorry (which was an extremely large arctic lorry) on Friday night. After many phone calls between the Moroccans driving the truck and Noureddine (who sold us the tiles) I managed to find the lorry (which was parked out somewhere on the outskirts of Bergerac) the drivers agreed to sleep one more night in the truck. I agreed to meet them at 10am the next morning, where they had parked the lorry. After leading them through the town, they wouldn't drive the lorry up our lane. This is as close as they would go (after 20 minutes of tire spin).........