Sunday morning and am enjoying my one lie in of the whole week. Someone starts banging on my front door repeatedly. Presume it's my lodger who has lost his key after a night out so haul myself out of bed, put clothes on, put contact lenses in, go down three flights of stairs hoping to bribe him to bring me a bacon sandwich as an apology.
It's a bloody charity chugger! At 10am! On a Sunday!
Now I'm up I can see that my quiet street is crawling with them. There's a lady with a clipboard who is also making a lot of noise shouting down the road telling them which houses to knock at. Also they've made next doors loud and yappy dogs bark.
Aibu to be irrationally annoyed by them interrupting my nice peaceful Sunday morning?