Post storm damage, I was expecting the ‘Mike’ from the flooring store about 8am to do some measurements and get floor samples for when they come to restore out spare bedroom.
This morning the doorbell rang about 7:45am.
Having only lived in our new house for a few days, a doorbell was a new sound for my dog.
A sound he doesn’t like.
It chimed three times, Ding, dong, dang, ding!
He barked and barked as he ran over the stairs to the front door. I held the railing for support as I wiped the sleep from my eyes. Taking each step carefully in my colourful Avengers sleep pants.
I got to the door……nobody was there.
A lone, darkley dressed man walked up the street. I paid no attention to him, while looking for Mike
Moving to the dining room, no car was in the driveway that shouldn’t be, and from the picture window, nobody was infront of the house.
Returning to get ready for the day, minutes later, the phone rang.
Me: Hello?
Mike: Did I wake ya?
Me: No, I was up. I must have missed ya when I got to the door. You didn’t wait long.
Mike: What do you mean?
Me: Weren’t you just rining the doorbell?
Mike: No, I haven’t been to your place yet. I meant did the phone wake ya?
Forerunner? Or Perhaps a grinchly grumpy hermit hatching a plan to steal Christmas for free holiday goodies.
Tricks on you buster, we don’t celebrate Christmas! mwuha ha ha ha
