This week, Jenny has discovered ebay. That is to say she has finally found something to buy on ebay, discounting the 2000 beads she had me buy last year to help the guides make “ethnic” necklaces.
She has realised that quality, expensive educational toys are cheap as chips on ebay. This is because a) everyone is flogging them, b) most kids have ADD now and so can’t concentrate on one toy for more than a couple of hours without wanting something new c) they cost a lot to post and d) global warming can be singularly attributed to the carbon emitted in making all these plastic toys and disposable batteries to power them.
So she has finally caught the ebay bug and despite the fact that Ben received more presents than he could possibly play with at any one time (our lounge looks like a scene from Toy Story most days), she is logging in to my ebay account and buying tonnes of stuff for £0.99 (plus £7.50 postage). Still, it keeps her busy, and the postman will love us for continually humping around parcels that repeatedly play twinkle twinkle little star.
In the process she has depleted my paypal account (it’s where I keep my profits from ebaying, a kind of gadget offshore account, if you will), meaning that the gadget monster won’t get fed this month unless he takes a liking to Fisher Price Roll Around Treehouses…
I’ve kept off ebay pretty much since I bought my lovely shiny voice recorder, which is proving to be a very useful tool. I’ve gotten over the wierd sensation of insanity that was bothering me when using it, although to be fair I still haven’t strolled down the high street whilst dictating to myself. As a result many of the banal observations like this one are now making it to the screen rather than disappearing in to the ether.
