Yesterday whilst bedridden with temperature and hacking cough I heard a knock at the door.
"It'll go away", I thought.
Then I heard men's voices outside so I gingerly got up and looked through the bedroom window. A plain blue van with a ladder on the top.
"Mmmm", I thought, "Not the window cleaner, maybe gardeners looking for work?"
I staggered back to bed.
Next thing I know, one of them has climbed on to the wheelie bin at the side of the house and jumped over our side gate into the back!
"Perhaps they are burglars just checking if anyone is in before the breaking in round the back?" I thought. Well, the police have said burglaries are on the increase in our area in these straightened times.
At this point I was more annoyed with husband for leaving wheelie bin down the side of the house as useful step (which I have nagged him several times not to do) than fearful of being burgled. Funny how the mind works when you're not well.
Then there was another knock on the door.
At this point I thought I'd better answer it, show the burglars there is someone in, take a good look at them and then inform the police.
I staggered downstairs and opened the door.
"Oh, I'm so sorry love. Have we woken you up? Do you work nights? We're from 'Roofline' (name changed to protect the innocent), we're here to fix your guttering. I'm so sorry to disturb you, but we don't know which is the leaking part. My mate's gone round the back to see if it's there. Can you tell us where it is and we'll fix it for you?"
'Roofline' are the company that fitted our soffits, fascias and guttering last year and husband had rung them to fix a leaking piece while still under warranty.
I showed them the leaking part and went back to bed.