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We used to hassle poor old Mrs Beck four houses up the road from where we lived (I think she is still alive). This being said, my story is 26 years old now.
We would wander up and tie a length of cotton or fishing line to her door knocker loosely, hide around the corner of her house behind a bush, give it a few quick pulls to knock on the door and then pull on the string so it would come off the knocker. We'd do this three or four times. It's sort of like the old "knock and run".
We were confident Mrs Beck would not see us but looking back now, I'm sure she did. We never told Mum as we'd be in trouble for annoying her but somehow I feel that Mum knows??? Dad would have just laughed.
Sometimes we'd throw rocks on her roof.
If I told Mum now I reckon I'd still get a smack around the ear hole for being annoying.
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