Is this cheeky-fuckery or am I a miserable old scrooge?
I'm nearly 70 and disabled (physical mobility issues). I have a large pre-printed sign on my front door saying that I am disabled and so no cold callers etc.
Just lately I have been answering the door quite a few times to couriers asking if I would take in parcels for my (fit and active) next door neighbours. This causes me inconvenience thrice - once in having to hobble to the front door with my zimmer frame, and then having to grapple with the parcel and my zimmer frame and lay it down on the narrow hall floor, and then again later when the neighbour calls for his parcel and I have to manoeuvre my frame around the parcel, lift it and hand it to him on the doorstep.
Him calling for his parcels, between 4pm and 9pm depending on when he gets home from work, has interrupted me when I've been right at the back of my house, cooking, it has made me leave my hot dinner on the table to answer the door, disturbed me during a counselling session, disturbed me during a long-awaited phone call with my GP, disturbed me whilst I have been on the toilet and woken me up from a much-needed nap. If I don't open the front door within 30 seconds, both the couriers and the neighbour will keep ringing the bell again and again until I open it.
Today I decided that enough was enough! I am on good terms with my neighbour but we are not friends or anything and I don't owe him any favours or anything like that. So when I was once again called away from my cosy, wrapped up in blankets TV session on the sofa to open the door to yet another courier, I told him NO, I will not take in a parcel for my neighbour, not today and never. He then showed me, on his phone, a note from my neighbour instructing the couriers to always leave parcels with me because I am "always at home".
I can't get over the cheeky fuckery of the man. How dare he give such an instruction without even asking me if I minded?
So, am I right to be livid, or am I a curmudgeonly old grump?