[garinda]

Eight forty five.

Ding dong, ding dong.

I was still sleeping. I hadn't gone to sleep until nearly 5am.

Managed to get downstairs, even though I was unsteady on my feet, as my drugs hadn't kicked in.

'Good news!'

'Jesus loves you.'

Short conversation ensued. Mainly about would Jesus still love me if I'd fallen down the stairs to receive this vital information, before closing the door.

Last night I had a similar call. This time from a young woman who wanted me to sign up and pay the Red Cross by standing order.

I'm not in the worst position. Other people, such as the elderly, the disabled, the sick, parents of sleeping children, or those who work nights, must be much more affected than myself.

I have nothing against having someone's literature being posted through my door. If it doesn't interest me, it goes straight into the recycling sack.

I'm sure if all cold calling was made illegal, it would also cut down on people being conned by scum pretending to be someone they aren't, and ripping off the elderly. If calling was by appointment only, it would lessen the risk of vunerable old people being taken in.

Jesus, thanks very much for your interest, but please don't call again...I'll call you.