So, I sold a ukulele last week on ebay. It was a tenor Makala that just hadn't been getting any love from me so I thought I should find a more welcoming home for it. And someone bought it, hooray! But then it got destroyed by Evri on the way to its new home. I should really have known better than to send a thing via the company that's consistently felt to be the UK's most disliked, but, well, the parcel shop is conveniently close to where I live and I don't have a car and it's hard to guarantee to be in to get it collected, so...
Anyway. I still don't know what happened to it, and after several days I'm still having enormous difficulty actually finding a human to talk to so that I can make a claim, having insured the contents of the parcel...
And, while I may not ever get compensated, I can get the next best thing, which is revenge in the form of a song. Not being Tom Paxton (who wrote a song about a guitar being destroyed) I don't think anyone will ever hear this, but I might as well still share it with the audience here! Also, I feel like the song is giving valuable advice to those of you in the UK who might make the same mistake I did...
Anyway. I still don't know what happened to it, and after several days I'm still having enormous difficulty actually finding a human to talk to so that I can make a claim, having insured the contents of the parcel...
And, while I may not ever get compensated, I can get the next best thing, which is revenge in the form of a song. Not being Tom Paxton (who wrote a song about a guitar being destroyed) I don't think anyone will ever hear this, but I might as well still share it with the audience here! Also, I feel like the song is giving valuable advice to those of you in the UK who might make the same mistake I did...