The meter reader man came this afternoon, as usual he came to the front door of the cottage, so I told him through the window to " come round the back"
We don't use the front door.
After he knocked on the back door he pointed to a white paper bag
balanced on the back garden wall
" a very old lady has just dropped that off" he informed me
A bag of warm scones awaited me
The " auntie Glad scone fairy" had struck again