It was way past the postman's time, but it is always possible that a meter reader or someone will turn up!
The postman would not be surprised anyway. First thing he sees when I open the front door is one of my dolls sitting in the corridor looking up from her book and leaning sideways a bit to see past me who is at the door. And, partly obscured by the kitchen door beyond, four doll legs in high heels. Then, if I have remembered to position the kitchen door exactly on a mark I inked on the floor, the mirror hanging on that door shows another doll (Virginia the headmistress) standing in her formal-looking vintage attire.
