Finally, she thought, finally I can have my tea. She sat down and was just about to turn she television on when there was a knock at the door.
Janet paused. Not many people knocked on her door. But on the other hand she wasn’t expecting anyone in which case it probably wasn’t important. Usually it was Mormons and if she was in the mood she would argue with them but her tea was getting cold so instead she turned the Tele on.
The knocker knocked again more urgently. Then a shadow peered through the window. It was tricky to tell through the nets but he looked awfully like Keith. The figure went back to the door and shouted through the letter box.
“Janet! Can you hear me? It’s Keith! Can I use your phone?”
“Coming!” she shouted back. Then sighing she levered herself out of the chair and went to see what all the fuss was about.
“Keith!” she cried as she answered the door. “Whatever is wrong? Has the float broken down? Does your phone not work?”