Retail therapy gone bad
Oct. 6th, 2007 06:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stephbgDragged the carcass out to the wilds of Osborne Park today to buy a sofabed or something for the Father-in-law to sleep on when he arrives in two weeks. Our usual practice of bedding guests on a mattress on the floor started to look a little shakey when faced with the prospect of a week's worth of an 85 year old relative.
Found a suitable futon and went through the motions of paying and arranging delivery (this very afternoon, much to my amazement), but in the usual calculator-tinkering with the retail price and delivery fees I failed to notice that the total wasn't quite right. I staggered off into the traffic.
Something niggled at my tiny brain, however, and at a set of lights I fished out the paperwork and discovered I'd bought a futon mattress... but not the base. Argh. The base was the most important bit! Fortunately it only took a phone call (uncombined with driving) for the nice people to rearrange my paperwork and let me pay for the base by cash when it was delivered this evening.
Visited the doves (and incidentally the folks) briefly, but there was no action on the farm. Dad's out of bed now but still quite soggy. Got home to tidy up for a rare visit from my sister and her husband, but they turned up half an hour early, so I had a perfect excuse for the usual domestic disaster. Vaguely recalling that visitors are generally fed caffeine I took tea and coffee orders, but this exercise in sketchy hospitality came to a rapid halt when I discovered we were out of milk. I don't drink the stuff, but I usually keep the stocks up. Bad housewife. Bad housewife. I gave them juice.
Oh, and saw a dead kangaroo by the freeway, just south of Warwick Road.
Tonight, we win lotto.
Hope soon to finish The Age of Innocence soon because the absolute lack of action I'd anticipated from the film has thus far been sadly uncompensated for by any form of interesting character development or scene setting. It may have won a Pulitzer Prize (and be a thing of delicate beauty), but by golly it's a dull read.
Found a suitable futon and went through the motions of paying and arranging delivery (this very afternoon, much to my amazement), but in the usual calculator-tinkering with the retail price and delivery fees I failed to notice that the total wasn't quite right. I staggered off into the traffic.
Something niggled at my tiny brain, however, and at a set of lights I fished out the paperwork and discovered I'd bought a futon mattress... but not the base. Argh. The base was the most important bit! Fortunately it only took a phone call (uncombined with driving) for the nice people to rearrange my paperwork and let me pay for the base by cash when it was delivered this evening.
Visited the doves (and incidentally the folks) briefly, but there was no action on the farm. Dad's out of bed now but still quite soggy. Got home to tidy up for a rare visit from my sister and her husband, but they turned up half an hour early, so I had a perfect excuse for the usual domestic disaster. Vaguely recalling that visitors are generally fed caffeine I took tea and coffee orders, but this exercise in sketchy hospitality came to a rapid halt when I discovered we were out of milk. I don't drink the stuff, but I usually keep the stocks up. Bad housewife. Bad housewife. I gave them juice.
Oh, and saw a dead kangaroo by the freeway, just south of Warwick Road.
Tonight, we win lotto.
Hope soon to finish The Age of Innocence soon because the absolute lack of action I'd anticipated from the film has thus far been sadly uncompensated for by any form of interesting character development or scene setting. It may have won a Pulitzer Prize (and be a thing of delicate beauty), but by golly it's a dull read.
