'Oh boy ebay blues'

 

Of late I've been ebaying, buying wools for tapestry work.  I did the same dumb thing that once landed me with 2 Georgian doll's houses - saw several auction lots I liked and, having lost the first at the very last minute, like a dimwit put bids on all of the others.  Since the postie bought them to my door we could give up making the beds and just throw ourselves at night onto the huge piles of wool I've scattered around the house in hopes that my husband wouldn't twig how dim I've been, again. I've not seen the dog since the last lot arrived, I'm hoping she's sleeping under there but who knows?

 

Now my husband, having asked 'what the f**k???' at the endless bundles the postie has been handing over, has discovered the joys of ebay for himself.  I'm not talking bundles of tapestry wool, nor even Georgian doll's houses, but banjos and guitars.  If he wins the Dobro he's currently bidding on at least I'll be glad I've got all that wool to stuff in my ears and bury my head beneath. 

I bet the dog's baggsed the best heap tho.