Kids! Always ringing his doorbell and running away. He guessed they wanted to add to his misery. No electric, no food in the house, cold, hungry and miserable.

What did they want from him. Amos pulled the blanket over his knees; arthritis was playing up. He looked at the photo of his wife, 'You're well out of it' he said. Her smile still brought him some comfort.

The doorbell rang again. This time he was going to give them a piece of his mind.

He threw the door open.

Nobody there.

Just a bag of groceries.