A Gentleman Caller in the Dark of Night

There was a loud knock on the door at 2am this morning.

When I looked out of my bedroom window, I saw a man who I did not know, standing by our front gate and looking towards the house, then back out onto the street again.

‘We’re going to be burgled while we sleep in our beds!’

I stood frozen by the window, phone in hand, waiting for the man to make his next move.

He crossed the road and stood under a bus shelter for a few moments.

I went to check on Zachy who was sleeping soundly in his bed and when I returned to the window, the man was gone.

The more I thought about it, the more I thought it unlikely for a potential intruder to knock on the door first… so what on earth did this man want from me at 2am?

Maybe he wanted directions… Or to use the phone, ask for a glass of water, or even just desperately needed the loo?  Perhaps he wanted to borrow money for his bus fare home?  I had no idea.

But, I knew I would not be able to sleep until I had considered every eventuality and ruled out the possibility of him returning to raid the house whilst we trembled in our beds.

I dragged my pillow and duvet and set up camp on the floor in Zachy’s room.  If he was going to hurt my baby, he would have to go through me first.

Besides, if we made it through the night Zachy would be so excited to find me asleep next to him when he woke up in the morning.

I lay very still, my phone resting next to me on the pillow with 999 already punched in, listening out for the tiniest of noises to break through the sound of my son breathing softly in and out, and then I drifted off into a broken and rather uncomfortable sleep.

Zachy was horrified when he woke up at 5.23 this morning and found me asleep on his bedroom floor.  He was really offended and insisted I return to my own bed immediately.

He then threw a bit of a strop for 10 mins while I gathered my things and moved out.

Once he had calmed down and decided to be a sweet little boy again, I tiptoed downstairs and nervously opened the front door to see if our caller had left a clue as to his intentions… and to see if the Milkman had been.

Greeting me on the doorstep was a perfectly formed turd and half a carton of milk.

Fox or Foe?

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13 Comments

  1. Emma
    June 19, 2012 / 10:19 AM

    Are you serious????? The turd man has tracked you down again??????

    • June 26, 2012 / 2:25 PM

      I hope not!!! No, this was definitely a different man x

  2. Jenn
    June 19, 2012 / 10:52 AM

    Not again???!!!

    • June 26, 2012 / 2:25 PM

      I obviously attract a lot of shit 😉

  3. June 19, 2012 / 12:56 PM

    Oh my god! Seriously? I would have felt very panicky too. Loved that your boy kicked you out of his room … that’s a first! And the poo … that’s disgusting! Judging by the above comments – this has happened before? That’s horrid. Is there such a thing as a bum trap?

  4. June 19, 2012 / 4:26 PM

    Now that’s a downside of being without your man in the house, but you were brave and great and admirable. Bet your pulse was racing more than knew poss XXX

    • June 26, 2012 / 2:24 PM

      I was quite calm at the time, it was after he left that the adrenalin really kicked in!

  5. Kerry G
    June 19, 2012 / 9:59 PM

    Oh Smudge! To have one man poo on your doorstep is unfortunate, two could be considered careless. Are you leaving a toilet roll on the door handle or summat?

    • June 26, 2012 / 2:24 PM

      there is definitely something going on! Maybe just the joys of living in London..? xx

  6. Belfast Mummy
    June 20, 2012 / 4:48 PM

    I would have been terrified, we go to bed with the alarm on and I have no idea what I would do if it ever went off! The poo thing is vile. At least Croatia are out 🙂 x

    • June 26, 2012 / 2:23 PM

      It was really scary but I think it was a one off and I am hoping the poo was from a fox…?

  7. June 20, 2012 / 7:47 PM

    SERIOUSLY!!!!????I’d be very perturbed.

    • June 26, 2012 / 2:22 PM

      it was a bit freaky!

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