HattieTopper1
I must be honest, I hate people just dropping in on me I think it is bad mannered. I also have a friend who peers through my window and taps on it shouting yahoo, I am here. She comes all the way from Doncaster to do her shopping in my town then decides to come to me for lunch because she is too tight to buy her own.
The last time she came I was up to my elbows in painting the garden gate, wearing old clothes, had not had my morning shower as I was going to get one later after painting. I had to drop everything and start preparing lunch. She ate her meal and then said, I have got to go now and off she went.
I installed a security camera in my front window and attached it to my tablet so when I see it is her I ignore it. Then she rings me to tell me she stopped by and I said I was out and she had to ring in future before coming, but she never does so I never answer the door to her. I call her my friend but she is just someone I know through someone else who has now moved away.
I am mean aren't I.
You are not mean at all. Back in the 80s, an old retired boss of mine was guilty of ‘popping in’. My husband and I had become friendly with him and his wife when I had worked with him and we all spent many happy meals etc together. He adored our young children and called himself their third granddad.
All was fine until he retired. I was a shift worker so home a lot in the day and he, having nothing to do, I assume, kept dropping in. When the four of us were together, it was fine, but on his own he was incredibly boring! It stopped me doing my housework etc. and became really annoying. He particularly liked it in school holidays when my young children were home. Although they were very fond of him, they got fed up with his visits too as they usually interrupted some plans we had for going out. I didn’t dare use this as a reason for not letting him in though, as he would just have tagged along too!
The worst part was when a friend told me someone had told her that a man visited a lot when my husband was at work! I was mortified.
I can’t remember exactly how I put a stop to it, but probably didn’t answer the door several times in a row, which maybe dropped a hint. (I had repeatedly asked him to phone to make arrangements before just dropping in but it fell on deaf ears). Why are people so thick-skinned sometimes?
