A couple of recent examples...
On Tuesday night at 8.30, when Adri had just got in from the centre after a very long day, and when I was playing on my PC after 12 hours of editing, the doorbell rings and I go out to find one of her relatives and his daughter, both with backpaks waiting outside. To be fair, she had mentioned they might pop by to collect something, but the backpacks looked ominous.
Anyway, a bear hug and a big sloppy kiss was impossible to avoid from this huge bloke and they strode into the house with meaningful purpose.
On arriving at the kitchen, they unloaded their backpacks and laid out a picada (tapas) with beer and coke, immediately making themselves at home as if we had just invited them for dinner (which I was actually preparing at the time).
No 'do you minds? or 'I hope we're not intruding' or anything like that. It was a case of 'we're staying to chat with you about nothing in particular' and that was that.
I sometimes wonder how people can be so oblivious to others' feelings and as the clock approached nine PM, I was growing more irritable, practically ignoring them and preparing the dinner.
And he's a very loud bloke, his voice booming throughout the house, commenting on such banalities as the curtains and pictures in the room.
By nine thirty I was wondering if they were ever going to leave, so I went back to my PC and played with guns, shooting Narcos in Mexico or somewhere, until eventually I heard them getting ready to go.
This isn't the first time this has happened and perhaps it's my English upbringing. I've always been one to size up a situation first and if I sense that the other person is otherwise engaged, I back off diplomatically. This is not the Argentine way, evidentially.
I'll post the other a little later.