This is my tirade about the “in transit” bar stools for our kitchen. We are approaching the third month waiting for the courier to deliver these stools from Melbourne to Brisbane. And my low expectations have not saved me from, the word I hate using, disappointment...
I spoke to my mate Chris about his recent courier experience because he purchased two exquisite Robin Day plywood chairs from England. Some unexpected money came his way and what else does one do but splurge for one’s modernist chair collection?
I asked Chris how long the chairs took to arrive from overseas. He said it took one week from London to Brisbane. One week. From London to Brisbane. How does that work when I can’t get four spindly bar stools up from Melbourne?
Robin Day Plywood Armchair 1951
That’s one bad, bad courier I used.
On the bright side, I’ve been told my stools are now in Queensland, languishing somewhere in Beenleigh (45 minutes away) to be delivered tomorrow. Ha! I’ll believe it when I see it.