The doorbell gave a soft "Ting" sound, so Toby gave his deep rumbly bark and raced outside to see who had dared to ring it. I reluctantly followed and walked down to the front gate, only to find the man who sold us a lovely old country cottage, some two decades ago. He and his wife were in the area and had decided to call in.
We hadn't seen or heard from them in several years, so it was something of a surprise, but we hid it well, I think! We chatted away, caught up on their family news, gave them ours.
Then the real reason for the surprise visit came out, they had read a newspaper notice to the effect that I had died. The cutting gave my name and my husband's name, they were upset to think that I had gone.
That's the trouble with names, Elaine was quite popular, back in the fifties - same with my husband's name. Our surname is also a local one, even though my husband's family are actually from the Newcastle area.
I am glad to say that two and two didn't make four in this case!
My sympathies to the other family, of course.