Sunday, March 25, 2012

Unwanted Attention

The weather's been a bit on the lovely side this weekend in my neck of the woods.  So nice in fact that it spurred me into doing something I've been putting off for over a year.

Sorting out our back garden.  Ugh.  I know there are plenty of people out there who consider a day pottering about the garden as a lovely way to unwind.  I am not one of those people, and ours is not one of those gardens.

It's hard to describe it; such is the unique and dazzling combination of surfaces, textures, materials and plant life that I'm at a loss of suitable descriptors.  I could summarise, I suppose, by saying it looks like an industrial wasteland.  But with much more cat poo.

I don't like cats anyway, I don't trust them, but now they've started using my garden as an impromptu litter tray I like them even less.  They even look me in the eyes as they're doing it sometimes, mocking my inability to get from the kitchen to the garden in time to chase them off.  But I digress, this isn't a post about cats.

It's not really a post about gardening either, despite the fact I spent a lot of my weekend dripping with sweat and wielding a spade, turning over the "soil" in preparation to seed a new lawn.

This is a post about my neighbour.  I can not be in my garden for more than a few minutes without her coming out for a chat.  This is NOT GOOD.  My neighbour is unfailing friendly, maddeningly friendly.  But worst of all, disarmingly friendly.  She asks questions, and though I don't like her, don't want to tell her the answers, I do.  Because she asked so nicely.  She should consider a role with MI6, she'd be brilliant interrogating people.

So, when she asked how my wife was, instead of saying "yeah, good ta, now will you please leave me alone?" is said "yeah, good ta, we're expecting our first baby in a couple of weeks so she's pretty tired a lot of the time but..."

She cut me off with a sort of squeal.  I thought she was broken.  Actually, it was excitement.

"OhmyGodIlovebabies!!"

Shit.

And then, from a person who I could happily end my days without ever allowing to cross the threshold of my home: "Would it be okay if I came over to see the baby when it's born?"

Remember, DISARMINGLY nice: "Oh, erm, yeah, I'm sure that'd be fine" (Balls!  Balls!  Why did I say that??)

"It's alright, I only like them when they're really little, up to about fourteen weeks, so I won't bother you for too long"  Well.  That's fine then, obviously.

With that, plus a quick lesson on how I was digging my garden incorrectly, she was gone.

I was left wondering how I'm supposed to say no to people like that.  Not just her, but the colleagues, and vague acquaintances who will probably all want to come and visit the baby when he arrives.  I'm not talking about family and good friends here, and of course I'll want people to come and see the little guy.  But I won't be wanting a house chock full of people from the moment the baby is in it.

So what's the etiquette?  How many times can I put off the neighbour from visiting before it's obvious I'm stalling?  Could I make it to fourteen weeks, so she loses interest?

At least I got the garden dug over okay:


12 comments:

  1. You need to enforce strict visiting hours and time limits. Everyone wants to come and see you after you have the baby, and it is unavoidable. Most important rule is that they can only come in if they bring food. Start spreading this one now!

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    1. Or if they're prepared to wash dishes / do laundry / clean / change nappies. I'm not joking!

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  2. Yes, I second what Becky says there - make sure people know the rules now so you don't have to remind them when you're completely knackered and don't know what's hit you! We limited visits in the early days to an hour with our first little lad and had loads of lovely food brought along by visitors too - everyone was a winner!

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  3. Thanks guys, will try to bear this in mind. That or I'll nip to B&Q and get some barbed wire.

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  4. I would suggest you entirely ban all non wanted visitors after baby is born, if questions are asked tell them the baby has a stinky nappy that should keep them away.
    You must be getting all excited/terrified by now, good luck.

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    1. Excited/terrified is right! Thanks for commenting :-)

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  5. I think you just going to have to crawl around on all fours pretending your not in!!!

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    1. A definite possibility, though I'm not sure I could manage for long enough!

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    1. *steels self* No! I WILL find a way to keep these people away!*





      *probably.

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  7. She sounds like a rather determined lady. Rudeness or not answering the door may be your only answers.

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    1. What was the thing they used to paint on the doors of houses with plague victims to ward people off? I might do that.

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