The doorbell rang this morning. When I opened it there stood a chap holding a framed photo, which he held out in my direction. I made a point of not taking it, having read about the tactic of putting the goods for sale into somebody’s hand and then standing back out of reach.
“Hi.” Says he. “Do you recognise this?”
I peered a little closer.
“Yes.” I replied. “It’s an aerial shot of our house.”
“It was taken in September.” Says he, smiling and nodding. “I’ve got a Cessna light aircraft.”
I knew what was coming next, but waited for him to make the next move. I felt a bit angry at the intrusion and rather surprised that somebody who could afford his own airplane would be reduced to knocking on doors hassling for money. Perhaps Christmas had cost more than he’d bargained for…
“My pictures are usually fifty nine…
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