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door knocks, bandito rocks
Ooh. 5.50pm.
It got very exciting in our house just now. Wait for it. Somebody…..knocked at the door.
Me (sitting at the table in the livingroom): I think that was the door
Bandito: yeah I know, there’s nobody there
Me: Did you open it?
Bandito: No I looked through the wee hole thingy
Me: Maybe it’s a kid
Bandito: Or someone bent over in agony
Me: Or a midget, come to tell us Great Auntie Ethel has left us her millions
Bandito: Or a…nah, it sounds like someone got the wrong door and has gone upstairs.
Boo. I could really have done with some millions today.
Nobody every knocks at our door (hence the ridiculous excitement the previous door knocking experience caused). In fact, the last time someone came to our door unexpectedly it was our upstairs neighbour who came down to give us some bacon. I wrote about that MEGA FUN evening… here . And by mega fun I obviously mean one of those ‘not much happening tonight’ nights.
That’s a bit odd that I actually remember our last uninvited door knock. Hmm. We definitely need to get out more.
It used to be that our door was constantly getting knocked. We lived on a very busy street and our flat was a maindoor flat that lead straight from the street to the livingroom. There was no chance of pretending we weren’t in because our livingroom window was RIGHT THERE on the street and all anybody had to do was open the window and hear our tv/music/slightly surreal noise of someone pretending to be out when clearly they’re in type thing.
And also, almost all of our friends live (and still do) around the corner on one street or another. Our dealer used to live up the street on the left of us and every Friday night he had to walk past our house to go to his dealer's house and on his way home again he’d knock on the door randomly and see if we wanted anything for the weekend. And usually we’d agree to have a nice quiet Friday night in, then he’d knock on the door and we’d have ridiculous Friday nights in.
Ah. Those were the days.
Bandito’s making me tuna meatballs for tea tonight. How much is he rocking this week?
I tell you how much. THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS much.
7:21 pm - 16 February 2006
