Laura and the mystery visitor

I was really busy watching the telly box this weekend when somebody actually knocked on my front door! I couldn't believe it. Most people I know have learned not to do this so I was at a loss as to who it could be. At the precise moment of the knocking, I was clad in red Asda pyjama bottoms, a scruffy top and tatty slippers, which used to be cream until an altercation with the washing machine turned them pink. I was wearing only basic make up rations and it had not been touched up for several hours.I did what any normal person would do in this situation. I turned off the telly box and snuck along the couch to the corner, where I would be hidden from view if the mystery visitor decided to look through the window. I curled up as tightly as I could manage and tried not to breathe. I waited a good 5 minutes in this uncomfortable position and luckily there was no repeat knocking.I decided it was safe to come out and carefully manouvred myself back into my original position on the couch. There were sounds of car doors opening and I nervously glanced over towards the window, but it seems I had survived the knocking.Honestly, people knocking on the door, whatever next! I spent the rest of the evening wondering who the hell it had been. I could hardly text people saying 'did you knock on my door today?', without revealing my highly unsociable and rude tendencies. I decided it must have been someone from the 'casual friend/acquaintance' category, so I sent out an exploratory 'hi, how are you, haven't heard from you for ages' text to who I thought was the most likely culprit.It did not seem that I had been right and don't suppose I will ever find out who it was that knocked on my door.