There was a furious long blast on the doorbell. I ignored it. (It's usually some pikey selling carpets-) Another, LONG grinding raspberry noise...After the fourth one,figuring the place must be on fire, I hauled myself out of the tub, struggled into a kaftan, and thudded to the door.
Bloody Renate from next door wanting to use the shopping trolley! I wasn't terribly gracious, I'm afraid.I feel like her frelling slave, sometimes, but it musn't be forgotten how much help she's been with Wotan...Then again, FUCK!!!