My gate was open because I was expecting a visitor. A large white van pulled in, the driver gets out, peers round, gets back in, drives off down the street and out of sight. Five minutes later he comes back, turns round again on my drive, goes down to the layby, turns round again, comes back up the road. I step into the road and hail him. His window winds down, I ask what he's doing. Looking for No 50 he says. I tell him where No 50 is, wondering why he hasn't seen the number, because he's driven past at least twice. He says he can't be bothered now, and drives off in the other direction.
Bill