That used to happen to us fairly often (once or twice a year) when I was growing up but as it was one of our neighbours we didn't complain.
A little old retired farmer called Barney lived across the road and Barney liked a drink. If the stars were in perfect alignment, someone would be coming home just as Barney was staggering back from one of the village bars and he'd ... just ... follow the car up to our house instead of the few yards further down the road to his own place. If we hadn't locked the door, he'd come in.
And stand there, silent. In the kitchen. Looking at us.
It was then down to someone, usually me once I'd got old enough, to take him by the arm and escort him back to his own house. Poor wee Barney.
A little old retired farmer called Barney lived across the road and Barney liked a drink. If the stars were in perfect alignment, someone would be coming home just as Barney was staggering back from one of the village bars and he'd ... just ... follow the car up to our house instead of the few yards further down the road to his own place. If we hadn't locked the door, he'd come in.
And stand there, silent. In the kitchen. Looking at us.
It was then down to someone, usually me once I'd got old enough, to take him by the arm and escort him back to his own house. Poor wee Barney.

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