Back up to London in the morning. Most of the things I’ve sold on eBay are mine this time – magic cards and the like. But I’ve been trying to sell things for a friend as well and I can tell you, it’s never a good idea. There’s loads of admin if you’re serious about eBay, just because feedback is king. You have to be constantly in touch and amenable. Some guy wanted combined postage and I couldn’t do it on my phone – it had to be my laptop. I had to go out of my way just in order to cost myself about £3.00 and get some good feedback. Loads of questions. Loads of people wanting deals. So far nobody has ever dumped me a negative, and I’m hoping to keep it that way so people feel they can trust me enough to bid on the expensive things when I put them up.
So I went back to my flat and packed loads of junk up and took it to The Royal Hospital post office. It’s staffed by Chelsea Pensioners and I always like bringing my things in there to post. Like a village post office in London.
Bergie was fine when I got home… I parked him opposite my flat and went upstairs. A little later I came down to grab some things and a guy shouted down to me from his balcony “You’ve got a flat tyre!” Sure enough, my front right wheel is as flat as a pancake. How the hell did that happen?
After I parked I sat in my car for a wee while marking all the items as dispatched on my phone etc. While I sat there, the guy in the car next to me came down and scowled at me. He inexplicably moved his car a tiny bit further away from me and then sat in it and and occasionally glared at me. I didn’t really engage as I just figured he was uptight. But now I’m considering the possibility – (surely not) – that he let it down… People are very odd in Chelsea. That tyre is so flat that I’m thinking I would have noticed it going down as I sat there. Tristan had his car keyed outside my flat, he thinks for parking too close to someone. Someone once wrote off one of my cars by shoving things up the exhaust that I didn’t consider looking for until it was too late. There are people here with too much time on their hands, a very bad grasp of consequence and no personal responsibility.
Tomorrow I’ve got to drive to Kent, but I should have time in the day to sort it out. I’ve got a jack and a space holder in the boot. I’m tempted to try and pump it up and see if it holds the air. I really hope he didn’t let it down but if he does I can salvage it. Likely I just hit some glass or something just as I was parking and it’s ruined. I’ll find out tomorrow…
AlBarclay 