Buying a lemon.

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No, not wandering into the fruit and veg shop and inspecting yellow citrus fruits. A different type of lemon.

Something that you pin your hopes on to give you life changing results, and it lets you down. Disappoints you in a way that leaves you annoyed and frustrated.

Sometimes, when you are a blogger, companies will send you things for you to try out, and hopefully if you like it enough, you will write about it. In the past I have received all manner of things, such as small puts of stock, flavour straws in interesting variations such as buttered popcorn (gag), coffee machines and once, a fancy-ass toaster that had glass sides, so you could actually see the toast burning.

But that expensive toaster was a lemon, and despite connecting it to electricity, it refused to spring to life and, well… toast. The PR company was up my ass, nagging me to write about it. I told them it didn’t work. So they sent me another one, that also, didn’t work. A couple of lemons.

I have this theory. The more expensive the small appliance, the more temperamental it is likely to be. True story!

My latest lemon purchase was made a few months ago, and died yesterday.

I was at The Avoca Markets when I came across two of the most lovely, healthy looking specimens of humans ever. They had a table set up and invited me to come and smell some oils. Which I did, because I am a gullible sucker for alternative therapies. They explained that, because of the range of oils that they use, they never had to take medicines or seek medical attention again! I believed them of course, because I am gullible. They did a fantastic sales job on me. I purchased some oils and an expensive diffuser. Mr Woog found me later and asked what I was carrying.

I told him about my new journey into Aromatherapy, and he rolled his eyes so severely that I think I actually saw his brain.

Each evening I would turn on my diffuser and fall asleep, as lavender filled the air. But then I got the flu and had to mainline Codrals. But that is beside the point.

Last night, I flicked on the diffuser and… nothing. No little light springing to life. No magical vapour. Nothing.

So I gave it a small tap agains the dresser, as I believe this is the first think you do when something appears to have broken. Switched it back on. NOTHING.

WHERE IS MY FUCKING LAVENDER VAPOUR THAT IS SUPPOSE TO MAKE ME CALM AND RELAXED!

Lemon. Right there. Talk about over-promising and under-delivering.

So I slept in regular air. To be honest, I woke up feeling the same. Tired and grumpy. So I am starting to think it was bullshit, all along.

What is the latest thing to break on you?

Have you ever bought a lemon?