Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Knock down ginger

There are a couple of named variations that i know of, to the childhood game of what is in effect, knocking on someone's front door and running away just as they open it.
Knock and run and the one I played as a kid, knock down ginger.
You may have your own name for the entertainment that has amused children for years. But mine was that.

My dream was the nocturnal equivalent, where I was constantly replying to a knock on my door, with frustratingly no one there every time.
I looked up and down the street, my only sight, a deserted sunny road.

This seemed to go on the entire time I slept. The last occasion as I woke, I popped my head out the door and shouted, 'Terrorists!'

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