BUZZERK IN BELLEVUE
It’s late: 9.30pm-late and we’re all in bed. With the Little Left-Handed Tea Drinker insisting on getting up at 5.00am every morning, we sleep when we can these days.
BUZZZZZZZZ!
I jump up like a startled goat. What self-respecting person would be ringing the buzzer at this time of night? I go to the intercom and answer, but there’s nobody there.
I return to bed.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
I jump up again and go to answer.
‘What?’ I shout.