Today, I was woken at 4:15 am by incessant knocking at the door. My first thoughts were “G has another eBay delivery,” and I paused there, head slightly off the pillow, debating whether I would get up and answer the door, or whether I would lie back down and snooze on. As I was deciding this, I checked the time, which was not the expected 7 am, but was 4:15 am. No way was I getting up at 4:15 am. And then I heard smatterings of conversation, and what sounded like a police radio. I peeped out from the tiniest gap in the curtains and saw a car with the number 21 on its roof. It was indeed a police car. So I went downstairs in my stupid slippers that fall off if I try to descend too quickly, and I opened the door. The police. They were at the door. I was confused. I wondered if I’d inadvertently committed any crimes.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hello,” said the policewoman. “Have you had any Chinese food delivered tonight?”
This struck me as a weird question to be asking someone in monkey pyjamas at 4:17 am.
“Yes.(?)” I wondered how she knew. I couldn’t figure out where this was going.
“Did you know the delivery person?”
“Err...not personally, but we have ordered from there before.”
“Right. Okay, then.”
“He hasn’t returned, and you were the last people to see him.”
“Sorry to have woken you. Thanks for your time.”
I hope he just got tired and went home. I hope he’s okay. I’ve been thinking about it all day. There’s nothing in the local paper about a disappearance or a kidnapping or anything, so hopefully all is well now. I want to ring the takeaway and ask, but I think it might be a bit inappropriate. I think it’s best if I just try to forget all about it.