Hello. I wasn't going to write a post tonight as I haven't got much to say, but I have just read a comment on someone else blog, having a go at me, which makes me bloody angry. Someone twisting an old story around to mean something else. This person recently sent a similar comment to me, and I deleted it.
This refers to the time I called in to say hello to John in North Wales, I was on my way home after holidaying in Anglesey. Some people thought I was a bit rude to just turn up. I was passing the door and thought it would be a nice surprise. I am a friendly sort and so is John, I read his blog and he has on occasions made a comment on mine, so not completely strangers. I knocked the door, had ten minutes chat and met his dogs, then I was on my way.
I have mentioned in the past how I would rather people who read my blog do not know my address. It does come out sometimes when I am in the press, and I can't do anything about that, but on my blog I would rather not say. Any single female living alone is a target for all kinds of unsavoury characters to take advantage of the situation, and it is sensible to be vigilant about personal safety at all times.
Helen above, if that's her real name, seems to have a bee in her bonnet about me turning up at Johns, and then not wanting people to turn up at my place. She plucks something out of a past blog post, 24th May 2017, and twists it around to suit her agenda, and that is to have a go at me. I call this trolling.
I will tell you what happened a few years ago. A complete stranger turned up at my front door, he showed me his mobile phone, there was my face on it, he said, it is you isn't it. Well what would you do in that situation, it is a bit unnerving. It turned out that he had been looking for me for four years after seeing me on a TV programme. He had phoned my Tesco store to ask if they had my address. He had looked at pictures of all the roofs in my area, trying to find one that matched mine, my house was in the TV programme. He had been back to my area four times in the last four years, looking at roofs, and looking for me, he lives 100 miles away in the North East. Why was he doing this? Because he thought we might have a lot in common and we might get on with each other. Basically he took a fancy to me.
I told him to go to the pub and I would have a drink with him. I rang my friend to meet me there, I wanted a witness. I took a photo of his car in the car park, a brand new BMW, and I listened to his story. I then told him that what he had done was stalking and was totally unacceptable, and if I ever saw him in my village again I would call the police. He looked a bit shocked that I was straight to the point. I never saw him or heard from him again. So now you can see why I have to be careful. Single females are targets.
So why is Helen saying that I don't want anyone at my house and people need to make an appointment to visit. It is not completely true, twisted lies. What I don't want are oddballs, and he was really creepy, you didn't see him Helen, I did, he was creepy and weird, turning up after searching for me for four years.
Blogger friends have been to my house they are welcome. People who I have had some contact with in the past, people who are known to me. So put a sock in it Helen, you must have a very sad life to keep bringing it up.
Good night and Toodle pip
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