Some people, when they visit your home, seem to forget they are guests. Theyre discourteous, offer unsolicited advice, and never seem in much of a hurry to go back to their own place.
I used to be incredibly welcoming, but my attitude changed quickly. Once Id passed forty, I stopped inviting guests over. Frankly, I cant imagine why Id want to bother. Dealing with such guests is a nuisance.
I celebrated my last birthday in a restaurant, and I thoroughly enjoyed it thats how I mean to do it from now on. Let me tell you why.
Hosting a party at home is expensive. Even a simple dinner gathering can leave you out of pocket by quite a bit. And if youre planning a Christmas get-together, its even worse. Guests these days often bring token gifts times are tough at the moment. Then they linger until the small hours. Id rather unwind than deal with piles of washing up and tidying.
I dont expect anyone round my flat anymore. I clean up and cook as I please. The truth is, after home Christmas parties, I always used to feel worn out and a bit down. Now, I can enjoy a relaxing bath and an early night after Christmas.
Ive got plenty of spare time and I make good use of it. My friends might pop in for a cuppa, but I dont fret about whether theres any food to offer. Im honest about my feelings now. If I fancy some peace and quiet, I point toward the door. Perhaps its not the most delicate approach, but it doesnt bother me. My own comfort comes first.
The funniest thing is, people who love calling round to other peoples homes rarely invite guests themselves. Its easier for them to have fun under someone elses roof, without bothering with the cooking or the cleaning.
Do you often have people round? Would you call yourself a hospitable person?
