And another thing

I forgot to tell you about a curious incident that happened last week. I awoke with a start one morning, while it was still dark, to the sound of one ring of the front doorbell followed by what sounded like the handle being depressed. My first thought was that it must be Richard coming back after taking Coolie out for a walk, but on turning round I saw Richard fast asleep beside me. I looked at the clock and it was 5.20. Who on earth could be at the door at that time in the morning, and who would try to come straight in? I lay motionless, listening and waiting for the next sound. There was none. 5 minutes, then 10 minutes, and nothing more was heard. Was it a dream?
When I finally awoke properly about two hours later I realised it was 5th November and would have been my Dad's 86th birthday. Dad was a strong spiritualist and after Mum died he was convinced she visited him frequently. His favourite story was always how she warned him one night that he hadn't locked the door. He got out of bed to see and sure enough he hadn't locked the door. Perhaps he was checking that we had locked ours. Who knows? Happy Birthday Dad, wherever you might be now.