What are blogs for if you can't get these things off your chest.
So what happened? It's like this. There's a charity that is doing a bit of fundraising in our area at the moment, a good charity as far as I know and I would have been inclined to drop something into their envelope, if this lady hadn't annoyed me so much.
The way they go about it is that they put an envelope through your door so that hopefully you will put something in it and have it ready when they come to collect. But they don't tell you when they're coming, so it's a bit hit and miss. So far, not a problem to me. No big deal as far as I'm concerned.
But this lady turned up and rang my doorbell at an inconvenient moment - she couldn't know it, but I'm having a major flop day today and wasn't dressed so couldn't really go to the door. I looked to see who it was (aren't net curtains a great invention!) and that's how I know - and that's how I know who it was that stood there for a very long time ringing my doorbell again and again, which personally I think is extremely rude and inconsiderate. It's as if whatever I'm doing is so much less important than putting a pound in her charity's envelope. I think people who go from door to door can sometimes forget that they don't know what they may be interrupting. What if I was a tired mum who had just at last managed to get her baby to go back to sleep and was hoping for a five-minute snooze after a sleepless night? What if I was a shift worker trying to get some sleep before getting up for the night shift? What if I just had something on the stove that would burn if I left it for a minute? I'm sure if I carried on I could think of a zillion other reasons why ringing the doorbell half a dozen times would be extremely annoying.
It's a bit like those sales people who bang on the door as well as ringing the bell, which makes me feel like going to the door and saying: where's the fire?
Maybe next time I should.
So what happened? It's like this. There's a charity that is doing a bit of fundraising in our area at the moment, a good charity as far as I know and I would have been inclined to drop something into their envelope, if this lady hadn't annoyed me so much.
The way they go about it is that they put an envelope through your door so that hopefully you will put something in it and have it ready when they come to collect. But they don't tell you when they're coming, so it's a bit hit and miss. So far, not a problem to me. No big deal as far as I'm concerned.
But this lady turned up and rang my doorbell at an inconvenient moment - she couldn't know it, but I'm having a major flop day today and wasn't dressed so couldn't really go to the door. I looked to see who it was (aren't net curtains a great invention!) and that's how I know - and that's how I know who it was that stood there for a very long time ringing my doorbell again and again, which personally I think is extremely rude and inconsiderate. It's as if whatever I'm doing is so much less important than putting a pound in her charity's envelope. I think people who go from door to door can sometimes forget that they don't know what they may be interrupting. What if I was a tired mum who had just at last managed to get her baby to go back to sleep and was hoping for a five-minute snooze after a sleepless night? What if I was a shift worker trying to get some sleep before getting up for the night shift? What if I just had something on the stove that would burn if I left it for a minute? I'm sure if I carried on I could think of a zillion other reasons why ringing the doorbell half a dozen times would be extremely annoying.
It's a bit like those sales people who bang on the door as well as ringing the bell, which makes me feel like going to the door and saying: where's the fire?
Maybe next time I should.
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