Random reminder

Press, 26 January 1988, Page 20

Random reminder

Squelch!

Back-door callers are so numerous these days, that unexpected knock is almost routine. There are the market researchers, collectors for charity, the Rawleigh man, the Bon Brushman, as well as children selling raffle tickets, or seeking sponsors for hushathons, walkathons, talkathons and numerous other ... athons. A Christchurch woman was engaged in a marathon cupboard-cleaning exercise when a loud rapping came on her backdoor. She climbed laboriously from her step-ladder, dried her hands and opened the door. There, with a silly grin on his face was her husband. “How far would you have been if I hadn’t called you down?” he asked facetiously. She smiled, feeling no humour, but conceding that such little tricks can keep

a man amused. Five minutes later her front-door bell pealed. She repeated the process, down the step-ladder, wash hands, open door. There on the porch, rocking with laughter was her husband, who wasn’t even given time to make a bright remark. She slammed the door in his face. Back she went into the kitchen, up the ladder, and once more began her task. Within a short time there was a knock on the back-door again. This was more than enough! With determination she climbed to the floor and filled a large basin with water. She opened the door and flung the contents over her husband who stood there, mouth open, ready to speak. There was only one disconcerting fact. It wasn’t her husband, who probably merited such retaliation. It was the from the borough council.