Who's that knocking at my door?

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock . . .

I leapt out of bed. The only reason someone would be knocking on our door at 3.00 am is if there is an emergency with a grandchild and we're needed and they can't rouse us on the phone.

I looked out through the window as the knocking continued. No-one at the front door. 

Then I heard a loud, "Oi!" and panicked even more.

I looked in the other direction and next door's front light was on and our neighbour, still shouting, was running down the drive towards his car. 

Now, bear in mind I wasn't wearing my glasses, but he didn't appear to have any clothes on. 

I know it was hot last night but would you tackle a potential car thief with your delicate bits exposed?

I just asked Husband and he said of course. "If you see someone stealing your car you don't waste any time."

Still don't know what the banging was though. It seems a strange and attention-attracting way to try and break into a car. 

Husband also told me that a few years ago a television presenter famously chased away an intruder in the nude. (Presenter not intruder was naked.)

P.S. Mentioned possible weekend away for Springsteen concert next year to Husband who was surprisingly game for it. Probably because it's next year and he thinks I'll forget about it.