Yes, I know. It's boring. I'm bored with it, so I'm sure you must be, so you are forgiven for not wanting to read further or comment. I just need to write things down. To keep me occupied. I am fed up with being stuck at home feeling useless. My flu type whatever bug that's been lurking for a week seems to have attacked my sinuses now. Well I guessed it would. I will have to give in and see a doctor this week because it's not going to clear up by itself. It will have to fit in with Mr A coming home, to get me there and to translate for me. Although when that's likely to happen, I haven't a clue.
Anyway...the dog food...or rather delivery of same. It was a good idea to order it online to be delivered to my door. It would save me, Mr A and anyone else the hassle of getting it here. Wrong...bad idea. Yurtici Kargo in Milas refused to deliver...they don't have vans to come out to the village. A cargo company...no vans??
I tried to explain the contract between me and the supplier to Mr A, that delivery to my door was part of it, and for him to ring Yurtici to insist they kept their side of the deal. As usual Mr A didn't listen properly and just said "I'll sort it out". He phoned them, then phoned me and said I was wrong and that they don't deliver to the village. Infuriating...but typical I'm afraid. The Turkish male mentality that believes women are never right comes to the fore.
I sent emails including copies of the order confirmation to everyone...the online store Sahibinden, the supplier, and Yurtici Kargo. Sahibinden responded to say I was right but they could do nothing as the contract was between the supplier and Yurtici. Eventually I got Mr A to listen properly and phone the supplier. The supplier then phoned Yurtici. Yurtici phoned Mr A. Mr A phoned me. Yurtici wouldn't deliver but they said they MIGHT find someone else to do so but that I would have to pay for it! The supplier also said that he would take the goods back and refund my money.
This story could go on and on, but in the end Yurtici said they couldn't actually find anyone to deliver. Mr A asked a friend who lives in Milas to collect the bags of food from Yurtici, which he has. He is coming to the village today and will drop them off at the teahouse. Mr A has phoned the teahouse man, who will ask Mehmet our neighbour to bring them up to the house. Mehmet doesn't have a phone because he is deaf so the teahouse man will look out for him. So it looks like I will get the dog food after all....eventually.
It all seemed so simple...a good idea at the time. I've learned a lot from it. An exercise never to be repeated.