Enjoying our first day in all the Christmas hustle and bustle at home in our PJs. I'm reading a book surrounded by chocs, dcs have trashed the room with getting new toys out.
Door bell rings, we're not expecting anyone and we're not really dressed to receive to guests so we just ignored it.
Next thing I know DH friend (not a current best mate but has known him since a kid and lives very local) has his face pressed against the window looking in!!!!
Did he not get the fucking hint to go away?
DH has had to answer now and let him into the dining room while I've shut the sitting room door as I'm in my pjs. No way of getting dressed without going past them. He's droning on and on whilst DH keeps trying to wrap things up and this bloke is still going strong with inane boring antidotes about his life since we last saw him.
Get the fucking hint and don't stand in our flower beds to peer into our house. It's rude.
And yes I am a miserable bitch in case that needed clearing up 