I'm lying in bed.
Where I should be after the long day I've had.
Weird stuff on the news again.
Thinking about it, there's been a lot of weird stuff going on lately. None of which has really been happening in Woking.
The world could be scheduled end tomorrow in a great big fiery ball of flame -four horsemen and all - and the milkmen of Woking still wouldn't be late for their early morning shift.
I openly laugh at that thought as I get comfortable.
There's a point.
Is that a milk float I can hear?
It's a weird noise alright.
Am I the only one who can hear that?
Jumping up from the bed, which I was sure I would regret if it was nothing, I dashed to the window to look into the street below as the noise stopped. Glancing around at the other houses, there's no twitch of curtains or lights turning on from being disturbed by this unusual sound.
I went to lean out of the window, get a closer look at the now silent street, when the door bell went.
Well, my head connected hard with the window and I swore rather loudly as I stepped back from the window, grabbing my dressing gown and fought to get into it.
I was rather red faced, embarrassed at hitting my head when I'd jumped and more than ready to give the milkman Jack-round-the-orchard, which would probably result in me telling him where to shove his milk.
Hair wild, face angry, I must have looked like an angry cat ready to spit and hiss at the man on the doorstep.
Okay, so not the milkman.
Definitely not the milkman
As my look of rage changed to a look of mild irritation, I hissed as the key I now always wore on its simple chain, warmed up against my skin.
Somehow, with out trying to remember his name or recall his face, I knew.
"Doctor."