My neighbour rings the doorbell shortly after 8.00pm. Aaagagh. What to do? I make a snap decision: I know it’s not mature or becoming behaviour but it seems to me that there is only one thing for it ...I hide. I sit in the courtyard garden reading Elizabeth Gilbert ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ and ignore the tapping on the sitting room window and the doorbell ringing intermittently.
The problem with this self-imposed siege is that at some point I will have to venture outside to take Biff for his evening walk and close the shutters.