What Gets Me Mad ....

Having been tagged by Writers Moll (Hope you are making Hay while the sun shines) as to what makes me mad I thought I'd give you a little example of deceit and lies .... (MANY MORE TO FOLLOW!!!!!!!)

Decided (as we are moving and would be 'due' for a replacement soon) to get a new mattress before we moved and therefore take it with us. Went to local Bed Centre, where we got bed originally and a few years later a new mattress - so had been happy with the company to go back again.

Chose wonderful new mattress on a Sunday - to be delivered on the Thursday p.m. - could just make the time if I ran from work - (+point, probably lost half a pound in weight with the run -point, hurt my ankle). Delivery guys turned up right on time ..... shame the mattress was the wrong size. Cool, calm and collected, rang the company. No - that particular mattress was the only size they had in stock, so sorry, 'right' size would take six weeks - but just had a new batch of stock in .... come in, choose a new one. Went in on the Saturday - same guy ... very apologetic ... spoke to manager, must have been their fault in noting down size requirement, offered me any of the new stock (£250 more expensive) at original price ..... how could I complain!! Chose fab new mattress - delivery Friday (just gone) between 10/12.00 ...(Stock would be arriving at showroom on the Wednesday beforehand). Friday (second time of moving furniture etc etc etc) 11.50 - nothing ....... Rang ..... terribly sorry, hadn't anyone called me (or the other 15 people due deliveries the same day) van and delivery guys tied up in Sussex (give me the ropes and I'd have done it) delivering 60 mattressess to a hotel complex - obviously far more lucrative. They were trying to hire another van and men to complete deliveries ...need I say more ... by END of day when they had to admit there was no chance - PROMISED me delivery, next day (i.e. this morning) by 11 a.m.

Beloved had planned day out today - first day off work for ten days - so you can imagine how 'happy' he was, but at least by 11 a.m. we could at least get out and do something ..............

10.30 - phone rings ... guess who .... no chance - mainly because they hadn't even received the stock which I was assured was arriving three days before - and you are telling me that they didn't know yesterday when they were making 'other' excuses???!!! Sorry - in my mind that is deceit and downright lying!

So ..... still waiting - 'should' be within next hour ..... will I sleep comfortably tonight? - watch this space.

Yes, I'm still alive

OK, OK .....I've been a bit busy - mainly shouting at solicitors, agents, removal companies, beloved, delivery companies (or lack of delivery) ...... so, one of these days, in my copious spare time, I'll let you know what's going on.

Waiting Time

It started me thinking today as to what people do when they are 'waiting' - for the elusive delivery man; the bus; their turn at the Post Office Counter; the Doctor's apopintment or, even, The Surveyor!

Reading a book/magazine is always fairly standard, unless you are chewing your fingernails off in the Dentist's waiting room. If you watch a queue of 'waiters' you will always see a wide variety - the foot tapper; the hair twirler; the reader; the frustrated heaving sigher; the dreamer who is either thinking of their beloved or whether to do chips or mash with supper.

Me - well this morning with some time on my hands, as it turned out, whilst waiting for said Surveyor, managed to thoroughly clean the bathroom AND do my Tax Return - I'm not saying that I had a little while to wait, but I think you might get my drift! When he eventually turned up I discovered that the Estate Agent hadn't even confirmed the apointment with him (AND I believe him) so at least he didn't get his head bitten off and was even allowed Earl Grey Tea.

So the saga continues - now waiting on some essential paperwork before meeting with Solicitor ..... and I've been in his waiting room before - take your own book/paper, nothing provided.

Hello folks, I'm back

After a lovely week away in Menorca - what a pretty island - I'm back the colour of a well grillled lobster, the owner of 'a few' Spanish sandals and ready to face the world again. Or am I ....? Arrived back to Solicitor's letter with three A4 pages of queries - and that's just for our sale, not our purchase - hey ho, let's look forward to the nervous breakdown!

As we are a shared freehold we have a Company Secretary (just about to leave for a new job in the US) and a Director (me)just about to move out. Now, over the last few year things have gone fairly smoothly, BUT, in this lovely old Victorian terrace house there are ten flats and, gradually over these years, the owners have moved out and let out the flats ....... therefore no-one willing to take over the management - just another little problem to sort out!

But the sun is shining, the laundry's all finished, and the computer printer has just blown up.