Ok, last time I bought something on ebay, it did not actually work out that well. BUT, ever the eternal optimist, I thought I would buy a friends present on there. WRONG, oh so wrong!
Won the bid, yippee. Contacted seller, who only accepted postal orders, tried to obtain their address. After 3 days and 4 futile emails, I emailed them to say, thanks but I will source the product elsewhere and posted some negative feedback for them. I duly received this response:
"re you some kind of clown ive read your feedback,s and it say,s alot bout you i think you need to sort your head out and give it a wobble i don,t relist thing,s if you had paid ypu would have recived your good,s you deceied you have not made contact with me ps reade my feedback,s when i leave you one more your,s will look great ,ha ha ha"
Last time I checked, I had straw between my ears for basically not sleeping for the last 6 months. It does wobble, but does not distrub me that much. Ah well, I always wanted a cyber stalker...
Contacted ebay, they are chasing the person up. Not that I need them to, as I have purchased the product elsewhere.
Have decided to cheer myself up by buying lots of Faith Brown inspired jewlery from Hong Kong, costing only 1p, but postage is 4.99. Bargin. SARS presumably free? If nothing else, my earlobes will get some excersise whilst trying to support some cubic zirconia monstrosity!
On a darker note, we have slept even less in the last week than it is possible to do. We are still doing the shift system, and Stuart is unable to work Monday and Fridays as Cameron is at home, and I am physically unable to get through such days without locking myself in the kitchen and crying my eyes out. I do however, lock the child gate behind me so that my darling son does not see his ever so slightly stressed mother wailing (on the inside) like a mute banshee.
We now have a referral to the hospitalfor her colic. Cameron has been sick the last week, so no nursery for him, no work for Stuart, and I have not left the house in a week.
I have also hidden some of Camerons books, as if I had to red Rosies Walk, one more time, I would have screamed. I have read that book to him approx 15 times a day for the last month. I decided yesterday evening that it would have to join the gruffalo, on the top shelf of the bookcase. It will only ever see daylight again once he is 3 years old. Reading this you probably think I am harsh. I probably am.
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I understand the crying in the kitchen thing. I was happily doing that yesterday when the doorbell rang, and I rubbed my eyes so vigorously to get rid of the evidence that my contact lens got lost somewhere around the back of my eye. I had to go searching with a torch!
I hope you get some sleep soon you poor love...
ebay is a bit hit and miss. but funny comment! hehe, if he only knew how close to the mark he got with the wobbly head eh?
mmm are you looking forward to when he gets into ballamore and you have to see the same episode over and over??
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