A "Knocker" was out and about on the Magdalen estate in the sunshine today.
But instead of the slightly hard-bitten young man in a hoodie and tracksuit bottoms there was a woman trying a new approach.
Dressed as if going to a cocktail party in high heels, hair done up , a party dress and plenty of make-up I firstly mistook her for a party guest who has mistakenly come to the wrong address when I saw her through our side window.
I was just about to open the door when I spotted that , at her feet, was that familiar plastic tray full of the oh-so-familiar tat-products of dishcloths, tea towels and sponges.
So I left the door unanswered - no doubt her tactic is hoping the "man of the house" answers so she can put her eyelash fluttering tactics to good use!