I saw a couple creeping up to the back door front door back door front door this morning*.
I went out on to the deck to see what they wanted although I could tell what they were by the way they were dressed and that weird look that they all adopt - a mixture of arrogance and servitude combined - weird anyway.
I told them when they asked if I wanted to hear about the bible that we had some thanks. That kind of confused them and after a bit of silence they wished me a nice day and went away.
I noticed that they were part of a large group who had come to the area in vans and were making their way along our street.
After breakfast and the obligatory silence at 11AM on Armistice Day unbroken by any noisy trumpet players I went to the gym. On returning from the gym I stopped off at my sister's rental house which is empty while she seeks to sell it. This is on the main road around the bay. I checked the house to make sure all was secure and while doing this another couple of 'bible basher's came to the door. These ones really looked like 'Dick Handlers' and I repeated my answer that we had some thanks. This lot looked at me strangely, probably noticing that I was standing in the doorway of a totally empty house that had the drapes closed. In the garden there is a very creepy looking scarecrow that looks like something out of a Stephen King inspired film. They mumbled something and quickly moved off.
I closed up the house and left for home just down the road. I saw the 'bible basher's' getting into another one of the vans no doubt thanking their Jesus that they hadn't been hacked to death this time. Robert of course might see this as an opportunity for martyrdom missed.
* Our villa was installed back to front when it was moved here years ago. The front door entrance is at the back and the kitchen door is at the front so most people come in the kitchen (back) door when visiting.
