Men in black

This morning I was hoovering the lounge when I slowly became aware of Rihanna shouting down the stairs. She was in a flap about two men in the garden, reckoned they had gone around the side of the house. By the time I got my coat on and went outside there was no trace of them. We reviewed the video footage, which only picked them up coming through the gate, ringing on the door, waiting and leaving. However, the disconcerting thing is, when Rihanna spoke to them on the intercom they did not respond.

In fact, it was so disconcerting we agreed if they called again I'd answer through the upstairs window. 

Unfortunately, the cheap Chinese video doorbell Rihanna acquired does not pick up the remarks they made to themselves or what Rihanna said. It was a distorted mess. My guess is, they were either Jehova's witnesses or debt collectors. We have no outstanding debts either of us is aware of but it's possible not everyone is up to date. They both had black winter coats and one a hat and tinted lenses.

As I type this, Rihanna is moaning in pain in bed. She's much better than she was prior to her hip op, but everything is relative and she is still in quite some discomfort and not sleeping well. Ruby is sleeping beside me on the bed.