Was lying in our bed this morning, cuddled up nice and warm with my lovely hubby next to me when I heard the doorbell; thinking it might be something urgent I flung my dressing gown on and raced downstairs to be greeted by the sight of two black women trying to shove a pamphlet in my hand! Bloody Jehovah’s Witnesses! If I’d known it was them I wouldn’t have bothered getting out of bed. They completely spoiled my Saturday morning lie-in. Went upstairs and was in the process of telling Gary all about it when the doorbell rang again. This time, I thought, it must be the postman with a package or something like that, so down I raced again. I couldn’t believe it when I opened the door and it was two more Jehovah’s Witnesses! This time I was a bit sharp when I shut the door; not rude because I don’t believe in being rude if I can help it but a very stern “no, thank you”.
We have the bad luck where we live to have a Jehovah’s Witnesses Temple or whatever they call their place of worship, just a few streets away and we regularly get plagued by them but twice in one morning! That’s taking the piss! If they come again I shall build a Wicker Man in the back garden and put them in it!