A light rap, more like a scratch, catches my ear.
I turn my head and look at the door.
No one’s expected.
It’s late. I’m already in my pyjamas.
Another rap. More urgent.
I get up and turn out the front light.
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Great blog. I enjoyed it so much while drinking my juice. Makes one feel grateful. Thanks.
I love this! I love that you turned out the light. I must be antisocial, too. 🙂
Haha. You must be!
Ha! I love that you don’t ignore it, but actively turn off the light… nicely done. 🙂
I don’t want them waiting out there indefinitely.
I can get on board with that tactic!! TiV
Right?
and they fell down the stairs trying to leave? LOL
I hope not. My insurance might go up.
So me. I never answer the door. But since I am usually alone, or alone with kids….I just don’t. If they can’t call first and let me know they are coming they are not supposed to be here. No money for door to door sales people, no patience for those looking for Jesus. I already found Him, and if they haven’t, I can’t help them. 😀
I haven’t found Jesus. I suspect he’s hiding with Carmen San Diego and Waldo…but that’s a journey I’ll have to make without the help of the knockers.
Will this continue…or am I supposed to use my imagination?
I think imagination is better…don’t you?
Home alone, I certainly understand… Nothing good comes from tentative late night tapping at your door! Lol
Or so Poe has taught me. 😉
HA! Meanie. I wanted to see who was there!
Sorry…I’m becoming decidedly anti-social as I age.
Heheh ah well:)
The suspense is killing me, who was it?
I have no idea. I went to bed. 😉