yesterday afternoon I had a few drinks at home.
In fact, it was more than a few.
I had half a bottle of whiskey and 2 bottles of wine.
I am currently at my main house located in a moo bahn.
if I’m at home on the weekend I rarely wear clothes, especially if it’s warm..
anyway, I drew the curtains on all the windows and there were no cars on the drive.
the gate was closed.
i clearly did not want to be disturbed.
about 17:00 tea time the bell went.
I was sat downstairs in the nak, I was tucking into a nice kebab that I had knocked together from a bit of left over beef and pork.
I ignored the bell.
Then it went off again, I still ignored it.
After 5 times of ringing I decided to get out of my chair and answer the door in the buff.
I had had enough and I was definitely not sober.
when I opened the door i saw it was the juristic goons at my gate.
I said in plain English ‘What do you want?’
the main guy had some kind of a clipboard in his hand.
he smiled and said ‘no problem sir’ and walked away.
I hope that is the last time they ever ring my doorbell.
bob.