I was a Freecycle virgin, but yesterday I advertised John's old armchair and a Dulux Paint Pod, still in its box on Freecycle. I listed that there was one small corner brush for the paint pod that was broken, but I had a leaflet listing where spare parts could be purchased. 
The armchair was the one that John had, prior to his all singing and dancing one, and though the men who delivered the new one were happy to take the old one away, John insisted he kept it in the garage.
I posted that the armchair was working perfectly, (new ones cost over £1000), but needed a good clean or reupholstering. Good God, what a fussy lot of whatsits people are! And they're getting it for free! One person who was interested in the armchair asked me if I had a picture, so I said I didn't but found the exact one, in an advert and posted the link.
But she wanted to know if my one was very dirty or just dirty, so I said if I didn't have arthritis, I'd have given it a bloody good clean and sold it on ebay for £300, but she declined - unless I could clean it first!!!!
Then the paint pod. The first bloke asked me if it was any good. I said it was but I couldn't climb a ladder or stretch my arm any more to use it, but he persisted, asking loads of questions and then said "is it worth it?" so I said well as it's costing you nothing - yes! So he said he didn't have a car, was coming on 2 buses, but could I meet him where he'd have to change buses, as it would help him!
I said no, and he was supposed to come at 10, then emailed me at 9.55, to say it would be too much of a fart for him on buses. So I contacted the next enquirer, and she was going to come at 12. I contacted her at 1, and she said that as there was a piece that needs replacing, she thought she'd leave it.
I reminded her that, as in the advert, there was an almost full refill pack of paint, that cost £20, but she said it wasn't worth her while. I asked if she'd emailed me, or texted me to say she'd changed her mind, as I thought there must be something wrong with either my phone or computer, as I hadn't received her message, (!) and she gave a sort of laugh in her throat, followed by a sharp intake of breath, and put the phone down.
So I contacted punter number 3, who was supposed to come at 3pm. At 3.30, I had a text from her saying she wasn't coming, she didn't feel well but will come tomorrow, in the morning. I replied that I was sorry she felt ill, I'd see her at 11 and I wished her better.
About 2 hours later I received a reply. Three words. Not "thank you Scarlett", as you might have thought but ................................. SO DO I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bloody cheek! So that's my sad story of my brief l'affaire de la coeur with Freecycle. If she doesn't come tomorrow at 11, then at 12 I shall take it to the dump, and the next Bob The Builder, with van, who comes here will be given a fiver to take the armchair away.
Aaaaagh!
The armchair was the one that John had, prior to his all singing and dancing one, and though the men who delivered the new one were happy to take the old one away, John insisted he kept it in the garage.
I posted that the armchair was working perfectly, (new ones cost over £1000), but needed a good clean or reupholstering. Good God, what a fussy lot of whatsits people are! And they're getting it for free! One person who was interested in the armchair asked me if I had a picture, so I said I didn't but found the exact one, in an advert and posted the link.
But she wanted to know if my one was very dirty or just dirty, so I said if I didn't have arthritis, I'd have given it a bloody good clean and sold it on ebay for £300, but she declined - unless I could clean it first!!!!
Then the paint pod. The first bloke asked me if it was any good. I said it was but I couldn't climb a ladder or stretch my arm any more to use it, but he persisted, asking loads of questions and then said "is it worth it?" so I said well as it's costing you nothing - yes! So he said he didn't have a car, was coming on 2 buses, but could I meet him where he'd have to change buses, as it would help him!
I said no, and he was supposed to come at 10, then emailed me at 9.55, to say it would be too much of a fart for him on buses. So I contacted the next enquirer, and she was going to come at 12. I contacted her at 1, and she said that as there was a piece that needs replacing, she thought she'd leave it.
I reminded her that, as in the advert, there was an almost full refill pack of paint, that cost £20, but she said it wasn't worth her while. I asked if she'd emailed me, or texted me to say she'd changed her mind, as I thought there must be something wrong with either my phone or computer, as I hadn't received her message, (!) and she gave a sort of laugh in her throat, followed by a sharp intake of breath, and put the phone down.
So I contacted punter number 3, who was supposed to come at 3pm. At 3.30, I had a text from her saying she wasn't coming, she didn't feel well but will come tomorrow, in the morning. I replied that I was sorry she felt ill, I'd see her at 11 and I wished her better.
About 2 hours later I received a reply. Three words. Not "thank you Scarlett", as you might have thought but ................................. SO DO I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bloody cheek! So that's my sad story of my brief l'affaire de la coeur with Freecycle. If she doesn't come tomorrow at 11, then at 12 I shall take it to the dump, and the next Bob The Builder, with van, who comes here will be given a fiver to take the armchair away.
Aaaaagh!
