Odd neighbourly behaviour!!!

Yesterday I got home to one of our neighbors sitting in our living room.
This woman I tend to avoid like the plague. She wears "loud" clothes and too much lipstick. Throw in some leg hair and you more or less have the perfect bride for a bear.
She will sit there for no reason and watch TV, occasionally chit chatting ones health and generally just bad mouthing her mother in law. If there is a bigger MIL/DIL rivalry I’m yet to see it.
Anyway there she was sitting there on our red sofa, munching on some grapes. Some peaches occupied some space on the plate too but either she had not got round to them or either she just didn’t like them. I don’t know.
After the usual customary exchange of the enquiring of the ones health I carried on into the kitchen to make myself some hot brew. While the kettle boiled I mulled over if I had received any post that day. I hadn’t.
The family had been out and bought back some food. This is always nice to come home to. If you want to know what it was ill tell you. It was a Nan chapatti. This was filled with salads and greeneries of various sorts. Also a long kebab thing. I heartedly munched on this whilst sitting on the swing outside. It hit exactly the right spot.
Quite refreshed I retired to my room for a change of clothes and to check my email and reader unreads. Then, she who must be obeyed entered with a smile on her face. Uh-oh I thought. This is going to cost me money. It did. It transpired that she had seen a painting of some sort and acquired it with a small deposit. The remaining amount was left for me to fulfill. We had a little chat which started with “what the hell..." and ended with "ok I’ll give you some money". Mission accomplished she left me alone.
Alone at last I continued to slurp on my tea and carried on watching a TV drama series about humans and giant sentinels robots.
I then paused the TV drama (because I can never watch anything in its entirety. I always get distracted. The pause button is a god send).
I went downstairs and found that an hour later the neighbour lady was still there. Rolling my eyes, I thought this was just brilliant. I understood my own sarcasm.
Fast fwd three hours later and she is still there. She is sitting in the kitchen eating freshly made chapattis and curry (the curry which is made by yoghurt and gram flour, for all of those who don’t know). I knew how this was going to end.
She asked for some curry to take home. She objected to size of the container in which the curry was being put in and asked for a bigger container. She then asked for some chapattis to take for her sons.

Now can you blame me for not liking the woman??? What is wrong with this woman?