Yes, it finally arrived!
The delivery boys were unable to bring it up either side of the house and, in the end, decided that a 50 tonne crane would do the job better.
This turned up at about 1:30pm yesterday and squashed Debbie's Daffodils. The cranes specifications only allow it to move 18 metres beyond its centre of gravity, however, we needed the spa moved 22 metres. For every metre beyond its point of no return, you add around 150 kilos. I watched in fear as the crane started to tip off its counter-weight. I asked the driver if the crane would go through my house. He said "if we are unlucky, yes."
I then went to the back yard with the crane chaser and the two spa delivery guys and stood there sweating with nervousness and fear. I think that my fear was easily read by the other guys there as I started babbling incoherently about Insurance claims and the like.
Once the spa was down, I was able to breathe a little easier and then had to help the guys wheel it down the step to the covered patio area. My job was to steer it into position while the guys stood at the front and stopped it from crashing into the kitchen. Once down on the slightly sloppy, flat area, it was then my job to push from the back while the fellows guided it in through the opening where the doors will be. Once on the tiled area, they then asked me would I crawl under neat it while they held it up so I could slide a flatbed trolley underneath it. I asked if there was another option to which they said "yeah, you can lift it up". I declined that option and decided to go for the trolley-sliding. We then got it into position and I slid under once more to get the trolley out again. We shook hands and they left.
We now have a gigantic spa, but no power to it yet and so, therefore, can't enjoy it till the sparky turns powerrun poweer throughout the new room.
