One should never….

Answer the front door. I had just finished ham sandwiches with coleslaw and egg mayonnaise, tea two cups of, and a chocolate eclair. What I fancied now was a reefer and Dreyer’s ‘Day of Wrath’. The doorbell rang, I don’t answer doorbells for the reason one will usually encounter some sales pitch. I was expecting female company so for that reason against my own policy I opened the front door teacup in hand. There was a man and woman about mid 4O’s who both flashed these badges quite quickly ,  ” Police” the guy said. There was no car outside, they were plainclothes, seemed like detectives of a senior enough rank. ” Is there a Naomi here ?”  the woman asked.  No, I don’t know anyone called Naomi, what’s this about anyway?” I said sipping on my tea. ” Oh, we can’t say that, that my jeopardize the investigation” she said in a friendly enough manner. ” Are you sure you have the right address? Maybe there was a mistake” I said. ” Who owns this house? Who else lives here?” The guy asked. These were questions I didn’t feel like answering  ” I think you have the wrong address” I said. Okay, there must have been a mistake, sorry for disturbing you” he said also in a friendly manner and they left.