Nemo and the story of the doorbell

I once dated this beautiful woman, and she was kind and generous to me but was fully aware that I was a wanted man. One night, after a gig myself and the band were being relentlessly hunted all over London by Lazarus and his Gov-Fed stormtroopers. I knew it was time to lay low so I suggested to the band that we parted company for a short time and got out of the city.

My girlfriend suggested that we go and stay with here grandmother in the country. I wasn’t about to argue and with gratitude took the offer. It was late at night when we arrived at the cottage and we were alone due to the fact that her grandmother was away visiting friends.

We both went to bed and I fell into a deep slumber. It was two in the morning when I suddenly bolted upright up to hear a doorbell ringing down stairs. In sheer panic I turned to the woman laying next to me and woke her to inform her of the ringing doorbell. I couldn’t go down stairs to investigate incase I was recognised.

So after much persuasion she went down stairs to open the door. After a short while she returned with an angry look on her face. ‘Was there anybody there?” I asked. She gave me a hard stare and said “My grandmother’s house doesn’t have a doorbell, you idiot.” Well, that’s paranoia for you.