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stood up to answer it but Mrs Wilson beat him to it.
    “I’ll get it!” she called as she thundered down the stairs, Lily’s bedtime story in her hand. “No need for you to bother!”
    When she reached the doormat, she paused and touched up her lipstick in the mirror. Then she put on a brilliant smile and pulled open the door.
    “Hello,” she gushed, in an unusually posh voice. “Mai name is Mrs Wilson.”
    She beamed at the visitor and it was a moment before she realised that instead of Calvin Cross standing on the doorstep, it was our next-door neighbour, George.
    “Hullo, Mrs Wilson,” he said. “Can Susie come out to play?”

    “I’m afraid not,” Mrs Wilson sighed, peering up and down the street. “We’re expecting an extremely important guest to arrive at any minute. Maybe Susie can pop round tomorrow?”
    Looking disappointed, George stuffed his hands into his pockets and turned away. “OK.”
    After another expectant glance along the road, Mrs Wilson closed the door and went back upstairs to finish telling Lily her story and I went back to my snack.
    A few minutes later the doorbell rang again. Once more, EE put down his paper and, once more, Mrs Wilson hurtled down the stairs before he could reach the door.
    “Don’t trouble yourself,” she told him, panting slightly as she patted down her dress. “I’ll answer it.”
    Yanking the door open, she plastered another bright smile to her face. “Hello, mai name is . . .”
    Her voice trailed off as she realised it wasn’t Calvin Cross.
    “Mrs Wilson. I know. I’ve been delivering here for six years,” the milkman said, handing her a bill and looking her up and down. “You look different this evening. Going somewhere nice?”
    Muttering under her breath, Mrs Wilson grabbed her purse and pulled some money out. “Just a quiet night in,” she said, gritting her teeth. “Or it would be if people would stop disturbing me.”
    The milkman gave her some change and nodded. “Right. Is now a good time to tell you about our new organic range?”
    Mrs Wilson tapped her foot impatiently. “Not really. We’re expecting company, you see . . .”
    Smiling, the milkman stepped forward. “It won’t take long.”
    “Some other time,” Mrs Wilson said in a firm tone and, before you could say ‘semi-skimmed’, she had shut the door.
    Just as she reached the top of the stairs, the doorbell chimed again. This time, EE didn’t even bother to lower his newspaper. “I expect you’ll get that, will you?”
    Sure enough, Mrs Wilson wheeled about and dashed back downstairs. By now, her hair was looking a bit untidy and her lipstick had smeared.
    “I bet it’s the blasted milkman again,” she said, pursing her lips and pulling the door back. “I told you, I’m not interested in your organic milk.”
    The tall, blond-haired man waiting there looked puzzled. “Er, that’s good because I don’t have any.”

    Mrs Wilson froze like a statue for a moment, taking in his smart black tracksuit, sporty sunglasses and the camera behind him pointing straight at her. Then she blinked and smiled. “Hello, mai name is Mrs Wilson. You can call me Jenny.”
    Still looking confused, the man lowered his sunglasses to peer at the number on the wall beside the door. “Have I got the wrong address? I’m looking for Harriet Houdini.”
    Susie scooped me up into her arms and hurried forwards. “This is Harriet.”
    The camera zoomed in on me and I waved my paws in welcome. The man in the tracksuit smiled. “I recognise her from the TV,” he said. “I’m Calvin Cross, Harriet’s new personal trainer.”
    Mrs Wilson held out her hand and giggled. “How lovely to meet you, Calvin. This is mai daughter, Susie.”
    Calvin shook her hand. “Great to meet you.” He winked at me. “And the amazing Harriet Houdini.”
    There was a bad-tempered rustling sound from the direction of the sofa. “Don’t be fooled by the cuteness,” EE called grumpily from behind his