OK... just heard the doorbell. Trotted down, expecting
brucius. Not him. An old man, very upright and British-colonel-ish, moustache, suit and tie, walking stick. "I say," he said, "Terribly sorry to bother you, but you wouldn't have any religious pamphlets about? We're going to have a bonfire." Blinking somewhat, I investigated the pile of stuff that's come through the letterbox, and told him that no, we had none. "Quite all right," he said, "Approve of it, really, even if it's less to burn. Many thanks." And he went on to the next house.
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You certainly do attract them, Drew. At least they're of the amusing variety. :)