I live in upstairs in a converted house of 2 flats, with the 2 interior front doors and the street door all next to each other.
Late this afternoon my front door bell rings. I get off the sofa in a well-lit living room above the front door area. Downstairs neighbours are away, so their flat is in darkness. Dog is barking wildly and as I turn the hall lights on, a very, very noisy bang on the front door, sends her crazier.
It's obvious the bell works (dog). It's obvious I'm coming (hall light coming on)
I open the door, "Is Jonathan Bloggs here?"
"No and he's never lived here"
"This is Flat 1 blah blah"
"You're in the wrong road"
"That's not what my sat nav says!!!!"
And walks off
No thank you. No sorry for disturbing you.
Was he a kid or a stressed delivery man with little English? No. Maybe 55, well dressed, well spoken and rude
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. That's alright, then.