DEAR ANNIE: My husband and I are in our 70s, and we have our cocktail hour at 6 p.m. every night followed by dinner at 7 or so. One evening, about two weeks ago, our neighbors came to the door at about 6:30 uninvited. I still had curlers in my hair and was not dressed to receive visitors. I ran to the bathroom, and my husband answered the door. They had come, I think (my husband is not clear on the details), to see our recent home improvements. He took them around to the back of the house to show them the yardwork, and I sat in the bathroom waiting for him to tell them that we’d love to see th…