Day 13: Ring the bell and run away!

Two weeks after we moved out of our house in the UK, we are still waiting for our 'essentials' to arrive via planet-destroying airfreight. It seems remarkable to me that they apparently failed to leave the UK for a week after they left our house - so much for an "express 7-10 day service". Now they are with US customs and no-one can do anything to speed them up. Hopefully they will arrive soon, otherwise the deep-sea shipment may catch up as rumour has it that is, rather than washing up on a beach in Devon, arriving any time now in New York City.

When I was at school it was a well known game (among the naughtiest children - never me of course!) to go up to a house, ring the doorbell and run away. Here, I would guess, the children are too well-behaved, the doorbells are too far from the street and in any case grown men have taken the game on and raised it to a new level. Who are these adult-pranksters? The parcel delivery men. Yes, they put the parcel on the doorstep, ring the bell and without waiting to see if anyone will come, return to their van and drive away. Well, it seems to work OK, so who am I to complain?