Why does it always happen!

You didn't have to answer the door - it was your choice.

It's the morning calls that are the worst. I would happily not answer the door; but it might be the postman in the morning, and missing a parcel would mean trudging to the sorting office, so I have to answer.

To be fair, very few people I know would just drop in now. Nowadays everyone texts before making phone calls, never mind knocking on the door. Life is less spontaneous, but I think it's for the best. I don't keep the house visitor ready at all times, and if I want to have a third cup of tea in my pyjamas before getting dressed, I think I have earned that right

Grammaretto - I don't wear rollers in bed - I wash and dry my hair then put it up in rollers, spray on setting lotion and leave for 30 minutes - job done

Maybe if you didn't wear rollers in bed you would sleep better?

I thought my new neighbour was very unfriendly when I first came to this part of Scotland. (50 years ago) I called on her and she didn't invite me inside.

Later she apologised. She couldn't ask me in because her house was in a guddle and she hadn't even done the breakfast dishes. So there you go!!

annep1, I still have that problem, even though I am no longer a young mother but an old granny. Don't think I'll ever be tidy!

I know what you mean, some years ago I had a really bad migraine and went to bed for the afternoon, a very rare event for me, I had 4 phone calls, 3 of them cold-callers. the last was DH, away on business, calling in to see how I was and was taken aback by the way I snarled down the phone until I realised who the caller was.

I very rarely got visitors but someone always knocked on the door when I was in the middle of bathing the baby! I'm afraid the baby came first, and I was left wondering who had called.

I wouldn’t have answered the door!

When I was a young mother I could be sure people would always visit unexpectedly when the place was a mess, never when I had just tidied and vacuumed and polished.

It could have been worse - the other week, a policeman knocked on my door as I was getting ready for work (it was a query about a neighbour), and when I'd shut the door afterwards, I realised I'd had my whole face made up, apart from one eyebrow!! I must have looked a right fool.

Its Sod's Law again. I only ever run into people I know when I look like * never when I'm done up.