|Thanks, Gary - just realised, I no longer flinch every time the doorbell rings. |
That's three oxygen thieves I've seen off on the last few years.
One of them used to call on me every Sunday after church, settle herself in and talk non-stop nonsense. Little gems like; she feels wonderful when she's been to Midnight Mass, and she feels so sorry for people sitting round with their friends, laughing and drinking, and thinking they're enjoying themselves, when they could be with her in church: and bigger gems, like Mary Magdalene was Jesus's mother.
Lucky me. I ended up hiding behind the curtains.
Like Merv, she spoke as though she was doing me a big favour, giving me the benefit of her company. She'd got it into her head that she was the only human being I saw from one week to the next, and suggested that I get a "little job" so I wouldn't be staring at four walls all day. All hell broke loose when I was out on two consecutive visits. She accosted a neighbour and demanded to be told where I was.
After three weeks of hiding, and even being scared to boil a kettle in case she saw the pilot light, I felt guilty. Yes, I know, there is no hope for me. I phoned to ask her how she was. I also mentioned that I had seen an old friend of hers asking online if anyone knew where she was. Her first response was of delight as she remembered the friend, followed by what must have been suspicion that it was a trick, by a relative she didn't want to see, to find out where she was. She rang back, said she wasn't happy about it, and don't tell the friend where she is. Then she put the phone down. That's a few years ago and I haven't seen or heard from her since.
It's odd, how many ideas you can come up with for getting rid of someone, and then you do something that has the desired effect, without even planning it. I should let my spirit guides take charge more often!
Reply #5564. May 25 13, 3:41 PM