*knock* *knock*

I waited patiently for the door to be answered, looking around at the well groomed front garden and the spotless facade of the large surburban house. The inhabitant of the house had only been living there for a few weeks and already the place was looking cleaner and better maintained than it had done before she'd moved in. The dear old lady who had owned the house had been wonderful for conversation but had never really been able to properly maintain the place. She'd died more than a year ago and the house had stood desolate ever since.

As I stood on the doorstep, empty cup in hand, I wondered how the single female who now lived there managed to find all the time and money to organise such repairs.

I turned back to face the door and saw a sillhouette of a figure in the frosted glass. There was a click as the door opened...