Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Sunday, 19 April 2015
The doorbell ringing on a Sunday morning
As usual, I slept late this morning. Sunday is usually the day of the week when I am at my laziest and such a late sleeper. And then I lie in for a little while after I woke up. This morning, someone rang at the door. Not so early, it might have been past 10. Still. On a Sunday morning, I find it downright rude. We were not expecting anyone. I didn't answer. Which is just as well, as whoever did it did not insist. I wonder who that was. Jehovah's Witnesses, maybe? I wouldn't be surprised. I have to confess, it was my first suspicion, but it could have been anyone, simply someone who rang the wrong door or something. All the same, one of the advantages of being an atheist is that I don't have to get up early on Sunday and I want it to stay that way. The doorbell ringing on Sunday morning is, as far as I'm concerned, a disturbance of peace.