It was almost midnight when Di stuck her head into my room.

‘Joan, did you see the guy on our doorstep? I stepped on him!’

I swung around from my work. ‘What?’

‘There’s a man sleeping at the door. I stepped on him and he just… grunted. I had to come in around the back. What do we do?’

‘Wow. Gosh. No, I didn’t see him. I… guess we just leave him there. He’ll leave tomorrow.’

‘Yeah, that’s what I figured. Okay, good night, Joan!’

‘Wow. Good night.’

As Di went down the stairs, I called out, ‘Thank God he didn’t assault you or anything!’

‘Yeah, I thought that too!’