Too hot and too cross to sleep.
I make preserves for sale in my church, all proceeds go to church funds. I need jars to fill.
I’ve recently put out a plea for jars. This old man said he had some. I called and was subjected to to his excruciating life history, then told he had to go into the attic but couldn’t, so needed his neighbour. You get the picture.
He called me, but I hadn’t heard the phone. I was at DD’s, he called again. I said I couldn’t talk, but he spent five minutes telling me he’d bring the jars “when it was cooler”. I didn’t know it would be 10pm!
I go to bed early as I wake very early. I was half asleep, when he knocked on my window. Then went round and rang my doorbell. I climbed out of bed, hastily put on my nightie, opened the door.
No apologies, he gave me a load of completely useless jars, a freezer drawer in which to put them.
I think he wanted a fanfare and effusive thanks, but I closed my front door asap, barely thanking him, while he was wittering on about “his heart attack”!
I couldn’t go back to sleep for ages because I was so angry with him.
Fancy going to a complete stranger’s house at 10 pm without prior notice! 🤬
