No sooner had the bell rung than my front door splintered. A man with a cheese knife and nutcracker shouldered his way through.
‘I’ve bruised my arm,’ he complained. ‘You should answer the door more quickly.’
‘So it seems,’ I said.
A girl pushed past the man.
‘I’ll look for cheddar and walnuts, Dad,’ she said.
‘I have neither,’ I told her.
The girl rummaged in the kitchen.
‘He’s right: none here,’ she confirmed.
The man stared at his cheese knife and nutcracker.
‘Who are you?’ I asked.
‘We’re your new neighbours,’ he replied. ‘And you should be more welcoming.’
‘I’ve bruised my arm,’ he complained. ‘You should answer the door more quickly.’
‘So it seems,’ I said.
A girl pushed past the man.
‘I’ll look for cheddar and walnuts, Dad,’ she said.
‘I have neither,’ I told her.
The girl rummaged in the kitchen.
‘He’s right: none here,’ she confirmed.
The man stared at his cheese knife and nutcracker.
‘Who are you?’ I asked.
‘We’re your new neighbours,’ he replied. ‘And you should be more welcoming.’
