Now we have moved to the sticks its bliss - no more salesmen, flyers through the door, young men trying to sell you teatowels that swear at you when you don't buy any.
If the door bell goes I now know its a neighbour, postman or somebody I know is coming over.
However, if a mad axeman comes round and I do open the door nobody would hear me scream except my toddlers, squuirrels, rabbits, pheasants and assorted wildlife.