Following yesterday's knock-door-run, Herpes have been back. A gaunt looking old fella in a Suzuki Swift knocked quite loudly on the door. Being as I'm self isolating I decided to answer the door and he asked for the two parcels that needed returning. I breathed heavily in his direction for a few seconds before advising him we had noting to return. He said the slips he left yesterday were to tell me of these returns and after breathing heavily in his direction again, I advised him to stop fecking lying because there was nothing at all written on the slips and no parcels to return. He back-heeled and said he was sorry for bothering me, which he probably will be by this evening.