My six-months pregnant hormonal rage has been triggered by this little incident also involving my mother, which never helps.
We're living overseas, I stored my very good mountain bike at my Mum and Dad's house. They were kind enough not only to store it for me but also to try and sell it. I said I wanted £150. It cost me £500 quid a couple of years ago and hasn't been used that much, comes with a expensive d-lock, upgraded accessories etc. Aaanyway, I later realised that it's really worth a good bit more than that, so I sent M&D an email say could they please not accept any less than £150 and if this was a problem, to keep it, I would collect it in a couple of weeks and sell it myself on ebay. I stressed, no lower offers, not a penny less!
Mum called a couple of weeks ago to say they have sold it, for £125 because the lady from the village who came said the seat was a bit grotty.
I was a bit not because of the £25 but because they had ignored my mail and this lady from the village must be quite cheeky.
Today talking to dear mother I mentioned the £ had not gone into the account. M said, oh gosh, lady from the village must have forgotten. What! So she didn't pay for it? No, they gave her my acc. details and asked her to make the transfer (she lives 'in the village' which apparently means she cannot be devious). That was 2 weeks ago. She has the bike.
So I said, give me her no. and I'll call her to query absence of payment. Oh no don't, says mama, I actually do lady from village's books so I want to sort it out myself (i.e. you will be rude and upset her) - I will see her 'next week' so I'll remind her about the money...
Not good enough. I think she's a cheeky old bag who haggled my poor old p's down on a very good deal and now can't even get her jolly self down to the bank to pay.
A rather petty affair I know, and thanks for all who've bothered to read it. I will now go and stuff my face with Haribo, get fat and get annoyed with my mother for that too.