Date: 3rd January 2008
Time: 18:45
Location: Beccles Road, Gorleston, UK

I was so shocked that this happened, because I was hoping I'd get a completion of this task for a while. And there it was, staring me in the face. Or rather, not. Read on.

I have a small paper round near my road, 112 houses, not too much, not too little, and I was at the very last paper for the night.

It was chilly. About 1 degree centigrade. I was wearing my fingerless gloves, and even as I'm typing, the tips of my fingers are burning with cold. I moved wearily up the small pathway toward the mahogany-coloured plastic door, with very bold and golden knocker and handle, and saw a coloured silhouette in the door. I was alarmed. Would this stranger offer me money? Would he attack me? I was to soon find out.

Bracing myself, I rolled up my one remaining paper and feared for the worst, but instead, I was greeted rather oddly.

The figure, swinging open the door wide and standing behind it, almost immediately, but imploringly, said: "Look, I know we've..." and, on moving into the way of the door, swiftly realised his mistake. "Oh, sorry mate, I thought you were someone else," he sheepishly continued, and I, left somewhat speechless by this, looked around my person for anyone else to use as a scapegoat for this odd behaviour.

Finally, I handed the newspaper to him, turned about, and continued on with an empty trolley for home.