Knock, Knock Ginger

I haven’t really got anything against children playing ‘Knock, Knock Ginger’ – it’s reasonably harmless and I remember playing it myself a few times as a child. What is annoying is when it happens repeatedly. My doorbell rings, I run downstairs to answer it to find the little girl who lives in the flat opposite standing on her doorstep, looking at me coolly, before announcing “I didn’t do it.” The first time she said it, I believed her – now it’s just met with a resigned sigh as I shut the door again. It’s one thing I won’t miss when I move!