Laury had only been gone a few hours last Sunday when I heard a car stop in the front of the house followed by pounding on the front door. Let me first explain that the Chatette sits right on the road; there is no place for a car to pull off out of traffic, so anyone stopping must park and put on their flashers since their vehicle totally blocks the lane. So, most visitors pull into the drive at the end of the property and park in the yard. Secondly, I must admit that the few times someone has come to the front door, I'd never actually seen how Laury opened it. Dogs barking madly, I rushed to the door. I could hear voices on the other side; the knocking continued. I stood there staring...how in the hell do I open this door!? I tugged, I pulled, I jiggled handles and slides....nothing. Someone tugged and pulled and jiggled from the other side. The dogs were going wild and I was going crazy. "This is stupid," I said out loud. "There's got to be a way to open this damn door." I pushed again; the visitor pulled. Nothing. "Come around to the back," I yelled in English only to realize that whoever was out there probably had no clue what I was saying. More jiggling, more barking, more swearing under my breath until I yelled "Wait!" I dashed through the house, out the back door, down the terrace steps and ran around to the front of the house to see two people in uniform standing on the steps, their official vehicle with flashers flashing totally blocking southbound traffic!
Come back tomorrow to find out just who these uniformed people were and what they wanted.