....and there was a rather enthusiastic knock on the door (6 knocks) It was gone 11 and I was in bed so I CLEARLY wasn't gonna go to the door. I popped my head out the bedroom window and there was this chap standing there. Stocky chap, looked shady.
I asked him what he wanted. He asked if Andy was there. I said no. He asked if the house was for sale. Once again...no. He said 'sorry bud' and scuttled off back to his car.
I watched him from the tiniest crack in the net curtains. Chap just sat there, in the passenger seat for a minuteor so.
They eventually drove away, but as the car came level with my house he gave what I can only describe as a 'Sopranos stare'
Soooooo, was this a genuine house sale enquiry, or am I likely to get a bullet to the head soon?
Shit genuinely unnerved me.
Can't think of anyone who I have pissed off TOO MUCH recently.