No Great Escape

Little sods.

Knocking at the door, day and night.

I wouldn't mind so much if they knocked and ran away. I remember doing the same thing myself.

But oh no.

They stand there, bold as you like, trying not to laugh.

And then one of them - and you can usually tell which one it's going to be - asks the question. And even if the words change, it's the same question.

"Is Steve in?"