Doorbell Journal, Monday to Friday
Hallowe’en
11.34 Danielle, without keys
14.37 Kate, Paul and Karen: one witch, one cowgirl, one man with a beard
18.14 Alice, Marianne, Oscar, Maisie and Ben: witches and skeletons, politely taking one pack of sweets each.
18.29 Two boys: one pirate, one ghost, grabby hands.
18.38 Three children aged about ten: one witch, 2 indeterminate but with white painted faces. The sweet tin looks bereft.
18.45 Eva and her friend, and Caroline: witches and a ballerina. A polite conversation about Michael running the Dublin City Marathon. 4 hours plus a bit.
19.02 A man touting for a paving company, out weirdly late. Not offered sweets. Paving declined.
19.18 More boys, under ten. Pirates and whatnot. Remaining sweets plundered.
20.04 Two last boys. No more fun-size Crunchies.
1st November
11.37 The postman, with some books.
13.04 Another postman, with a plastic wrapped parcel containing running shoes.
2nd November
10.18 Kate and Karen, to play.
14.23 Danielle, no keys.
20.14 Dog’s Trust collector in hi-vis vest. He’s soaking wet.
3rd November
14.39 My mother, with coconut cake
4th November
11.46 Postman, with a box of children’s toys. No ungainly pregnant dashes to the shops in the offing.
13.14 Danielle and Catherine, cold from the bike.
18.16 Me.
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