More tulips and a rant

Gorgeous tulips in the front garden at the moment. I really like the bright orange with the bright green of the hellebores. These tulips are "Temple's Favourite". This is the best bit of this bed, the other end is a bit bare and weedy, waiting to be infilled with foliage of dahlias and roses and assorted underplantings.
   We've had terrible winds here the last few days which have played havoc with power lines and trees. Just sitting here a half and hour ago and a huge gust blew my aging and warped front door open. The door has warped so much from dry rot and many hot summers that the lock was only barely engaging. Now it doesn't engage at all, so I've wedged it closed with bits of wood. Fortunately, there is another door into the house inside this one (it's really the front porch door) which is much more secure. So - more expense.
    What really pisses me off is that yesterday when I was out the Jehovah's Witnesses dropped by and pushed a pamphlet through the crack at the side of the door. I'll bet they hammered on the door too, probably causing it to lose its last connection with the lock. Everybody who comes here to beg for money or my conversion seems to hammer on the front door; there is a bell there, but few people seem to have the wit to see it. One guy hammered so hard on it I thought he was the police. Coming at  night this was quite frightening and I told him so in no uncertain terms. 
    Why do they have to come at all? It's ALWAYS some kind of something that I want nothing to do with - donating to charity, signing up for some silly broadband or TV scheme or religious nutters. I notice that no one comes round to give me money, or anything, for that matter, unless you count the religious nutters who want to give me salvation and the life everlasting. Do I go round to their houses with my nutty religious ideas? No, I wouldn't have the affrontery. They are so certain that they, and only they, are right. So far I have resisted getting one of those notices that says, in effect, bog off, deeming it unfriendly, but really I think I'll have to.
       Funny thing about the Jehovah tribe too, is that they only go door to door on fine, sunny days. I find this strange; I would have thought it more of a test of faith to go out on miserable wet and cold and windy days. 
        My ex-husband used to call them Jehovah's Witless. I'm sure if I wanted to become one I would have the wit to find out where my local church is and go along. 
       They really don't have to come to my place and break my bloody door down.