Ever since the onset of the pandemic my sense of personal space (which was already very sensitive), has been even more alert to invasion, both physical and psychological. And It was rather tone-deaf under the geopolitical circumstances of our local Russia-funded (!) MP to do a tour of local doorsteps yesterday. She is a mistress of the art of charming smiles and blanking anything she doesn't want to hear.
My doorstep, tho. My words to say back, and Offsprog One's. The door was shut very firmly in her face.
I just hope there's none of her breath in my home.
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