People who knock at my door......
My neighbour is a carer for adults with learning difficulties, and does respite care, our six houses are numbered consecutively.
The amount of numb nuts, social services, appropriate adults and parents parking on my drive while trying to drop off their kids is getting on my very last nerve.
"Is Julie in"? I don't know, go knock on her door.
"Isn't this number 3"? Have a guess, pointing at a one foot square plate with a number 2 on it.
"Oh sorry, I'll leave my car there I won't be long". No you won't.
Couriers call, hand over parcels and the gadget to sign without asking who I am or checking the house number is also getting on my ****.
I had a courier shout across the street, "Can you take a parcel for number 6"? Yes I can, "Can you come and get it off the van"? Get off.
I have a secure storage box at the side of the front door for parcels, with a small note directing the gormless bastids to put the parcel in and fasten the lock. I also tell them this on the "special instructions" section on their websites.
Absolute waste of time.
When I'm at my daughters, a three story town house, looking after the rugrats, they knock and disappear before I've picked the grandkids up, unlocked the baby gates, walked down a flight of stairs and opened the door. I've taken to shouting out of a first floor window now like a fish wife.
The old bloke knocking and disappearing from the door last week got an ear bashing, " Oh I didn't know they were three stories" ****ing halfwit.
My Royal Mail postie is excellent.
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Last edited by Verbout; 30-06-17 at 16:11.