Had a very early start courtesy of the local constabulary. Not pleased but then that's ground zero as far as I'm concerned...
So had just finished a bit of reading and turned off the light when the doorbell gets rung. Not once, oh no twice - hastily pull on trousers and go to see who's causing the commotion only to find a couple of plods on the doorstep. Immediate thought is what has happened to family but nothing like that.
"Excuse me sir, do you happen to know where Number 20 such-and-such road is? We thought you might know as you've got the same door number" Well, I ask you. I only have to complain about people asking me for advice and what happens...
So now I'm apparently the cheap alternative to the Metropolitan Police buying an A to Z for the control room. Just as well I wasn't looking Brazilian (The Carmen Miranda Hat's at the drycleaners)
So now excessively tired and cross and irritable and just looking for an excuse for an arguement ("No change there then" - Mister Squeaky)
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