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We have TWO doorbells (I know, so fancy and modern) and neither of them work haha! We don’t want to report it to our landlord as we think he’s forgotten we exist, and if he remembers he might put our rent up. So we’ve just got used to it. It’s actually great because we miss all the charity door people, and any delivery drivers seem to always knock. A drifters dream!

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I think I would short circuit if I saw two doorbells. This is a whole added layer of stress. But I can definitely see the benefit of having two that don't work!

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I loved reading the results from the poll!! My postman knocks, rings the doorbell and knocks again almost all at the same time. I kind of like his persistence!

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I this is definitely preferable to when I've had delivery people who've done a faint knock and then are gone within 2 seconds to deliver it next door or leave a note!

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I think pride in your front door has changed over the years - in old films you see people cleaning their front step. I have never cleaned my front step.

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Yes! They always seemed to be scrubbing it. Funnily enough I did clean my front step today. But only because it had a large fox poo on it. I won't ever be doing it again.

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Many years ago, I used to deliver charity magazines around a couple of fairly rough estates in my home town. I had to collect 50p for each magazine and obviously that meant knocking on the door. The stress that brought to me was horrendous. Did the bell ring? Did they hear the knock? Is anyone in or are they in the bathroom? Should I wait or go away. To be honest, it was actually reassuring to hear the growl of a pit bull behind the door because at least that would alert anyone within.

Compounding this stress was the fact that, when someone answered the door, I would announce “Cancer and polio?”, which would invariably be met by a gruff “Not today thanks. I’ve already got emphysema (or some other ailment)”. As a painfully shy 18 year old it was all too much to bear, so I quit after a few months. Happy days? No, but at least the charity eventually changed the name of the magazine to Candis.

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What a way to announce yourself! Cancer and polio. I'm glad they've changed the name.

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