Bits and pieces
Online shopping ... it's the thing of the now and probably moreso of the future as the Covid-!9 virus runs rampant over the planet. Most times it's a great experience, but every now and then a trader makes life difficult. Not always because their goods are not as described, more at the time of a return.
I recently had an interesting experience with one such trader - who will be named - New Aim/Online Plaza/Fiona Lee T/A Ilandtrading. I purchased an ioniser from these people under the understanding that it would help with my asthma. The site mentions the usual 30 day return policy. What is not mentioned is that these devices - or most of them - emit ozone ... a substance that is toxic to humans (and probably other life forms as well) I had to return the ioniser.
The return went like so ...
- Thank you; item is fabulous but not for me because ...
- But we will keep up to 50% of your dollars because we're basically not happy with the fact that you are returning the goods.
- Sorry, but that's the way it is.
- Oh ... okay then we charge you extra money ... $23+ to be exact. You change your mind.
- I did not change my mind. It affected my health, and I'm paying for return postage.
- Doesn't matter.
- What about 30 day return policy?
- We still only do it our way.
In the meantime I have contacted Paypal/Ebay myself. The emails are still coming from the trader and they are not giving in and ... they are now asking for more because of their inconvience.
It is here that I tell them they are rip off merchants, they are making excuses not to refund, I have kept all of their emails and will be posting their trading indiscretions online. They say they have sent my email to the service center and 'they' say they don't have to refund.
Again ... in the meantime, the service centre/Paypal/Ebay have granted me my full refund, which I get a portion of. Paypal steps in and gets the rest the balance for me. Thank you PayPal/Ebay.
This is my experience and does not reflect of anybody else's. What it is saying is ... this trader lied to me. They wanted to go back on their 30 day returns policy and help themselves to my money, even though I had returned the goods - at my expense - in pristine/as new condition. They are forgetting that bad business practice and word of mouth is not good for business.
The moral of the story is ... buyer beware. Do be careful. Online shopping is tempting and at this time we need a bit of retail therapy to make us feel good. After all, real window shopping is out of the question in many areas.
Take care, folks. Wash those hands, and wear a mask if you have to.
The next morning, as I dragged myself wearily into the kitchen, I was surprised to see Arthur sitting on the ceiling above the dining room table. Most times you’ll see this particular breed of spider (such as Arthur) for a day then they’re usually gone the next - completely out of sight - sometimes never to return. But I was to find out over time, that Arthur was no ordinary spider.
He waved at me as I edged passed the table warily. I gave him the courtesy of waving back with a, ‘Good morning’. (At this stage I was yet to name ‘the spider’ … remember they normally don’t hang around long enough to get familiar) He waved again and proceeded to spend the rest of the day in the same place … not exactly harassing me … just making his presence known. It didn’t worry me as I had no intentions of dining in style that night. In fact, I would be spending a lot of time in the lounge area instead.
The following day Arthur was back with Stephen. I came to the quick - and presumptuous – conclusion that there was where he lived, behind the picture of my gilded warrior. That was okay by me … as long as I knew. Arthur now sat on top of the frame, content to be refreshed by the fan (I must admit it was hot that day) allowing himself to be gently tousled by the breeze flowing from the rotating cooling device fixed on the ceiling. He neither waved nor budged from his holding until sometime after I switched the light off that evening before taking myself to my bed. Then, under the cover of darkness he made his next move.
Life with Arthur
When I first met Arthur, I was sitting on the couch. He was sitting on Stephen. Stephen is my knight in shining armour, a brass rubbing of a bearded noble man, framed and mounted on the wall opposite. Arthur was splayed across the glass in a most indelicate way, with most of his legs cunningly disguised in the black lines of Stephen's golden image. But Arthur's body made a blob that looked very much out of place. It was this that gave him away.
I just watched on quietly for a while … to see what he would do next. It was not long before I was rewarded with some action. Arthur realised - through some spidery intuition - that he'd been spotted. He then made several extremely heroic attempts to hide again within the contours of the icon but to no avail.
After observing his feeble attempts, I got up from my seat to take a closer look at him. My movements sent him dashing about frantically trying to better his concealment. In the end, he stopped and waved his front legs at me in a threatening manner, like an amateur boxer in the ring. I waved back with my arms, (it would have been too difficult to use my legs at this stage in my life) then stood there with my hands on my hips. With this Mexican stand-off in place he decided to tear up to the top of the picture frame and sit there with the arrogant attitude of ... I'm the king of the castle and you’re thedirty rascal ... all because he thought he was bigger than me at these lofty heights.
This boldness lasted until I turned on the ceiling fan. Not liking his hair ruffled in such a manner, Arthur shot off around the corner in the direction of the kitchen. Out of the onslaught of the fan's movement he found a spot at eye-level which suited his mission to a tee - that of being a terrifying spider! There he splayed himself out on the wall trying to make himself look larger than he really was. He proceeded to spend the rest of the day there, waving his legs at me in a bossy manner every time I passed by. And so, it was for the moment. to be cont.
It's been just on seven years since I published and released my first book ... always an exciting moment for an author. It's even better when people read and enjoy your books. And ... one never knows who these people might be.
There is one book though, that resides in a very special place. While I might not know the owners personally, I know where they live. I can only hope that the young royals enjoyed the read.
Find out for yourself @ Margaret's Bookshop
A couple of weeks back I was approached by the local newspaper to see if I had a written article about where I live that was previously unpublished. As the answer was no - because I don't usually write articles - I offered up a giveaway instead. I put forward a first edition copy of Merlin's School for Ordinary Children #1 The Ring of Curses. A winner was found in no time at all. Congratulations goes to Donna Barry of Hervey Bay, Qld.