Ding dong.
Happily mobile, not in bed, and in a good mood.
Opens door.
Spotty ginger youth.
Seconds pass.
Few more seconds pass.
'Can I help you?' I ask, by this time thinking he maybe deaf and dumb, and have a hidden tray of dusters hidden under his anorak.
'You the householder?'
'Yes.'
'Want a quote for new double glazing? He asked, whilst looking at my new double glazed windows.
'No thanks, they are perfectly alright.'
'You sure?'
'Quite sure, thanks.'
Stony silence as I close the door.
Him still visible through the glass, obviously at a loss at how on earth he hadn't made a sale.
Bless.
