Jehovah’s Witnesses...

I opened my door yesterday, on hearing a knock, to find a mother & daughter combo of Jehovah’s Witnesses: one of the hazards of becoming a householder, I suppose. They ducked my usual question: “What do you believe will happen to me, an atheist, when I die?” I said I found almost every kind of religious beliefs reprehensible, but retained a soft spot for Quakers. They’re not evangelical and are never tempted to knock on doors. I didn’t set the dog on the Jehovah’s Witnesses, because, unlike almost everyone else in the village, I don’t have a dog.

Shot today: a "prime opportunity" in Hull...