... more loudly when it is raining hard, I've noticed.
Today, he knocked so loudly that I jumped and spilt tea over myself. Even deaf Dog heard him and leapt to her feet. I thought it was the bailiffs. Or the police. I can't imagine why I should think that except I always expect bad news when someone hammers on the door.
When I looked out the window, he was dressed as if about to board a trawler heading for the mid-Atlantic, water streaming off him. So maybe this explains the violence with which he attacked the door today. Or maybe he just had Monday Blues.
Or maybe he's just sick and tired of carting around an endless stream of packages, thanks to the joys of Ebay. None of them for me. Pah!
passing by...