At 5am we were woken by a knock on our door. I opened it to be greeted with the question "How many people live in your house?" by somebody who thought he was entitled to stay here. He was in rough shape. He did not believe or did not understand that this was our house. Four and half hours later, that same person is now sitting in the armchair of the verandah of the house next door (our neighbour either is not home, is out of it or has himself chosen to steer clear), muttering loudly and angrily to himself. I'm reluctant to call the cops on him, because they're not always helpful at this sort of thing, and I don't really want to cause him any more trouble than he's found himself in, but I'm also reluctant to leave our house empty while he's there, in case he takes another crack at the place while I'm away. I figure he's only got a couple more hours of muttering to himself before he moves on, so now I'm working from home this morning to monitor the situation. So that's my morning so far.
Update: One hour later, he appears to have moved on. People have troubled childhoods that they carry into the rest of their lives and that spill over into the lives of others.