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What am I doing up and dressed and working at 7.15 am? While I'd love to say that I am exceptionally efficient and am now a magically morning person, the truth is that I answered the doorbell.

"I'm here about the intercom. What time suits you?"

"Anytime this morning." Even unawake I knew that sometime in October our new intercom system was going to be installed and that I would be able to eye off intruders from the safety of my loungeroom.

"Eight a.m. do?"

"Sure," said I. I hung up the current intercom and looked at the time, showered, dressed, computered on, tidied a few things and looked at the time again. I'm still not awake, but the electric drill the bloke is using outside to extract the old system would have prevented sleep, regardless, so it's just as well that I'm out of bed and my hair and soul are clean.

Anyhow, if all this goes dreadfully wrong and the man with the drill turns out to be a secret axe-murderer, at least you will all know why I was found wearing a wildly pink tee-shirt. If it all goes right, of course, I shall have my new intercom. I have to be home until he finishes all the units (since there is no security until then) which may put paid to my Floriade plans for today. On the other hand, I'm about to make a big pot of coffee and chicory and start in on one of my piles of books. If I can reduce my piles of books, maybe the other piles will get worried and behave themselves for once.

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I have my new front door system, but the front door itself won't have the system until Friday. What this means is that anyone visiting me will have to use the telephone or come round to my backdoor and knock loudly. I'm hoping no parcels will be delivered during this time, because it probably means the postie not being able to get my attention and me having to go round to the post office personally*. The good news is that the system is very smart and lets me see who is there and even takes photos if I so require. If you've been making evil faces or casting wicked gestures in my direction while ringing my doorbell, you quite possibly want to restrain yourself in future.



*I just typed that and lo, the postie came with a parcel and I got to tell him that the buzzer won't work until Friday. The bloke who is installing the system was there, madly working on its innards in the hallway.