No-one I know makes house calls in London anyway....
Well... not without texting first!!!
8pm, Sunday 29th February.
Two girls sit wrapped in duvets watching the their third hour of pre-Oscar coverage. The table is littered with orange peel, tissues, Ben and Jerry's phish food containers, Now magazine, Marie Claire, a pot of tea and a glass of red wine.
The door bells rings.
The girls gaze at each other in slight alarm. After a moment of silence the brunette calmly takes a sip of her tea, the blonde shrugs and starts peeling an orange,
The door bell rings again.
Further alarm from the sofa. The orange is put down, heads swivel in the direction of the door. The dark girl raises her eyebrows.
The door bell rings again.
The blonde slides down behind the sofa and crawls stealthily to the hall light switch which she flicks off, she slams the living room door. The brunette calmly turns up the Oscar coverage and pours some more tea.
Later, in the commercial break... they disconnect the door bell,
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(1.3.04 11:55) hehehe! did you ever find out who it was? martian xxx |
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(1.3.04 11:58) I panic when the doorbell rings and I'm not expecting anyone. Fortunately I have a mirrored glass panel in the front door, so I can see out, but the potential murderer can't see in. If truth be told, I'm relieved when it's a murderer, rather than someone I have to let in. |
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(1.3.04 12:13) Anyone who does drop by without warning deserves to be left out in the cold. One of my friends did it once and was left without a shadow of doubt that he should never ever do it again. It was probs just a minicab driver, anyway. |
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(1.3.04 12:21) That was your boyfriend, that was ..... |
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(1.3.04 12:23) The poor Jehovas Witnesses outside .. or mad axeman (depending on your religious preferences) How hurt do you think they were when they saw the light go out and heard the door slam. |
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(1.3.04 12:43) Pizza delivery? Oh, I bet it was Shane Ritchie doing the Daz Doorstep Challenge. |
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Daisy (1.3.04 13:01) Daffodils. Unbelievably it turns out that it was a delivery of hundreds and hundreds of daffodils - sent from my friends farm. Bugger!! Bet next time I actually answer the door and its a duster sales man.... |