We have been visited from Australia.
Jimmy's late sister's widower is on a flying visit. A very nice man, but a religious nutter. I have never met the man before. He has been here five hours, which is not part of my plans for today - we only found out yesterday he was in the country.
It's not the religious nuttery as such; I can talk as much as the next person on what is essentially gossip; I'm more than prepared to chat about visits to various churches and holy places, especially when I'm also talking about things that may not be of any great interest to the other person.
But when we went from CHIP-and-PIN to God has told us not to have chips embedded in our foreheads to euthanasia to abortion to women politicians being the agent of the devil, I put my foot down. This does not happen in my home. I tend to avoid arguments on such subjects with people whose views are entirely immutable, and I certainly don't stand for being lectured about the evils of whatever it is, especially from someone who is so out of touch of reality it's unbelievable. Well, I'll stop there. Not my place to wash my partner's family's dirty linen in public. On the other hand, religious nuttery aside, surely it's plain bad manners to go round to someone's house and insult them. Perhaps he doesn't think that a sentence that begins "I've got nothing against women but..." is an insult, but I think it is. I made it clear we don't do hatred in Gert Cottage (we criticise we piss-take we oppose but the only thing we hate is hatred itself).
Now I can get on with some of the things I intended to do five hours ago.
