There is a knock at the door!!!
I look up in annoyance. The Baby has been a little difficult, I am trying to get him to sleep, and I have not yet put my trousers on. Nevertheless, a knock is a knock. It could be somebody interesting, perhaps with some good news or some free money. I trot through the kitchen to find out.
“Is this the place with the rare Gribledy-Grob?” demands the man.
I sigh deeply. For over a week, a rare Gribledy-Grob bird has been visiting the tree in the front garden, to eat our berries and to preen. It has attracted all sorts of birdwatching types, most of whom have been extremely friendly and good-natured. This one immediately comes across as a little eccentric.
If there is one thing that puts me on edge, it is eccentric people. I reflect that it is a good job that I have removed the notice pretending that I had put the Gribledy-Grob in a sandwich, as I stand at the door in my pants.
“I believe that it has flown on somewhere else,” I reply. It is true. There has been no sign of it since the previous day.
This seems to upset the man a great deal. “Are you certain?” he demands. “It’s not here?” He bends to one side, straining to look past me into the kitchen, as if I would have secreted the Gribledy-Grob in there.
“I am very certain,” I reply.
“This is [%my address and house number]?” he queries. “This is the address that I’ve got on my pager. [%my address and house number].”
I stare at the pager that he waves before me, in some annoyance. “Yes. But the bird has flown away.”
The conversation peters out at this point, and he takes his leave.