There was a knock on our front door and as I walked towards it I could see a silhouette of a man dressed very smartly in a dark suit.
Wondering who this could be I carefully opened the door.
"Hello," He said. "what do you think of Gillian Gibbons?"
"Er, pardon?" I said.
"I just wondered what you thought of the school teacher Gillian Gibbons? Do you think she was right?" He asked.
"May I ask who you are?" I asked.
"I'm Malcolm, I am a Jehovah witness." He replied with a big beaming smile.
"Oh, I see." I said
"Do you go to church?" He asked.
I smiled at him (which probably put him off anyway) and said.
"I'm sorry, I am not into discussing my personal details with a stranger and not on the doorstep." I said
"Oh, well what do think about whats going on in this world, will it ever get better?" He asked.
Quietly sighing and taking a deep breathe I repeated what I had just said to him.
"well, we are waiting for god." He replied.
"Really?" I asked. "Well, he's been here for about two and a half thousand years, just how long are you going to wait?"
I was surprised that he looked surprised.
He put his hands together as if going to say a prayer, he then turned and walking down the path he wished me a good day.
Something I said?