so, i'm walking home from mil's house in the dark, with ds who is 6 months old and has had a scarily bad cold for the last week (perhaps a touch of the PFB's but hell, i've not seen such a thing before), not much sleeping going on, awful lot of snot, really quite ill etc - i am feeling fraught.
i can see from one end of the long road a group of carol singers baging on my door, they give it a good few bangs, despite there being no lights on, by the time i arrive they have gone around the corner to a different street, hurrah i think, i've missed the latest load of seasonal beggars.
i go in, carefully unpack, ill, sleeping ds, feed dog and BANG BANG BANG, split second passes BANG BANG BANG again and thrice BANG BANG BANG, dog goes mental (as dogs do, she can only take one or two bang bangs) ds starts screaming (as ds's do when rudely awakened by mental dog), i open door and venomously spit out 'please stop banging on my door i have a mental dog and a sleeping baby' and slam door in carol singers sweet, innocent, seasonal goodwill wishing faces.
now i'm consumed with guilt that i have scared kids and put them off xmas, but a bit of me does think they shouldn't be out banging on strangers doors at 8 in the evening and effectively asking for money. am i a grinch? was I UR? (oh and i didn't have any money anyway and i don't think a tangerine was what they were after)