In the market for tonnes of new belongings
I’VE been wanting to tell you, and I now have the strength to admit it, there’s an addiction in my little house.
Hold on, no, no, not my pedigree geckos to moths, not my dog to stranger’s left leg, not the bats to my mango tree, not me to mango’s (perhaps that’s not a good example), the truth is, it’s my lovely Greek girl that has a problem (other than me that is).
I’ve suggested counselling but that just caused a battle that made the Trojan War look like a sand castle tiff at daycare.
It’s become quite an issue, and I’m telling you in the strictest of confidence … “Market Place”, she doesn’t stop!
On the phone at all times of the day and night, and not only that but night and day also, frightening. Any help would be greatly appreciated!
Please don’t mention to her I told you. Shhhhh, actually how’s this … She was taking a photo of the dog and I down the beach, rather cute I thought, until I saw it appeared on
Market Place, as $15 each, or both for $25!
The caption was “One’s quite smelly, losing hair, and has a long nose, the other’s the Dog”. 35 hits, and all saying too expensive, or I’ll just take the dog.
She is unstoppable, my home life is ruined, I’m sleeping on the dog’s blanket, my tropical shirts have vanished, car was gone this morning
Steve Price and I was left with directions on how to get the Neuron Scooter App!
I’m glad the plants are in the garden, the ceiling fans are bolted to the roof, and the fridg…hang on, bugger, it’s gone too. I’ve been left with my wine wrapped in egg cartons … noooooo, it’s not the wine it’s milk … where’s my wine?
This Market Place habit is getting outta hand, I think I preferred it when she was addicted to that Married A First Whatever show, but I guess I won’t have to worry about that, someone picked up the TV Sunday after she watched 60 minutes. Which is the only thing that lasts 60 minutes around here!
Anyway, she’s happy and that’s a blessing, she has fun with the Market Place, but it’s the 2.30 mornings telling me she sold the dunny from the spare room which is a problem, because the way she’s going, I’ll be peeing on the palm trees, unless she sells them too!
On another subject completely, thank goodness, news to hand about the NRL Grand Final, by the time you read this it may all be different, but heaps of flights have been booked, this is incredible, what next!
After the magnificent world rugby being here, I didn’t think we could better it, but the NRL Grand Final, fantastic. Not much time to organise it, I can’t go, she sold my shoes.
But if we get that, look out for a couple of famous races next, The Melbourne Cup, becomes the Cludon Cup, and Australia’s most famous yacht race, The Sydney To Horseshoe! Happy Days to all. Ooroo!
PS. She’s coming up stairs, I better finish my message to you or she’ll sell my compu...