for about a week. Two decent inquiries for brass swivel hooks and a coat rack, promised a decent
bit of business. Emails received, politely answered, promptly too. But hark where are the customer
replies me wonders. Follow up phone calls ( one to North Carolina, USA) and left messages elicit
a big, fat zero response. Does my 'breath smell' (!) I ask? What's the point of requesting a response
to a need and the just leaving the answer to gather dust in the gutter. Yup, it's a gggrrrrrr day. Don't
bother to ask how I am. There is a big cloud over my head and a pit bull terrier spitting venom
just waiting to grab the nearest passer by. Customers welcome. Spoil sports, ahem whilst I clear
my thoughts and arrange for a more christian response!
