My relatives from the village consider me inhospitable. I strongly disagree with them. I love guests, I love receiving them and treating them.
But I do not like unexpected guests and those who intend to stay overnight. I don’t allow that. I find a suitable hotel for them myself and call a cab. And why they are not happy, I do not understand. After all, I’m ready to spend the whole day with them, to take care of them, to drive around the city with them, and to show them everything. But up to a point.
My relatives don’t understand it, because our apartment is big and, in principle, it can accommodate guests more or less comfortably if they want. But this is at the expense of our comfort! I once lived in a hostel and I have no desire to go back to those times. Not even for a week, not even for a day. My husband and I are no longer young, we live our own measured lives, and any deviation from the established schedule is a burden to us.
We are used to going to bed early and getting up early. And what, then, you have to lie down until the dear guests wake up? Besides, we both take long baths. And how can we do that if we have guests in the house. They might need the bathroom, too. Then again, you can’t wear bathrobes and curlers in front of guests?
Yes, even some strive to come with children, and this is totally unacceptable. We have brought up our children, and the children’s cries are a burden to us. And I don’t need extra people in my kitchen. But if someone sleeps in the house, in the morning they will rush into the kitchen with their advice. At least my relatives love to give advice. And I know what to cook and how to cook it without their advice.
After all, I think everyone will be much more comfortable in a hotel than a guest. And these are not the times when you have to beg and grovel to get a hotel. They’re chasing guests themselves.
