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Now we routinely have schoolkids ring the doorbell as the walk by, but that's always the 10-15 year olds that pass by at lunchtime. At 7am its the young kids being walked to school so this was quite unusual.
There it goes again; ok it's someone that really wants to speak to us.
So I get my legs over the edge of the hammock and stand up - it's all I can do to keep from falling over I am so tightly wound in my comforter. I start sort of hopping as I am trying to disentangle, Tom, seeing this, gets up and slips on a pair of pants and answers the door; we have one of those little doors that you can open to reveal just a face. By then I am loose but not yet free, a few more Houdini like moves and I am out just as Tom walks past on his way back to bed and says "...its for you!"
I go to the door - it's the newspaper delivery guy. I get the Diario de Yucatan delivered to my house Thursday through Monday. The only days I don't get it are Tuesday and Wednesday.
The delivery guy explains to me about my delivery dates and then says its Wednesday well, miercoles! I shouldn't be getting a paper.
So what happened was he had accidently slipped the paper under my door on the wrong day and wanted it back!
Tonight I'm a burrito.......just in case!