I went out quite early this morning and came back 7.30am and turned into the street on the left side of the pavement.
It was deserted otherwise.
There was a man with an unsteady gait dressed unusually so I quickly crossed the road to the right side as he stared at me and then bolted down the path to the house and locked the door.
20 minutes later doorbell was rung. I didn't answer as it was early on Sunday morning and no one else would ring the bell.
It may not have been him but I couldn't help wonder what it was.
If something had been wrong and it was him, he should have spoken to me in the street.
Maybe I'm just silly