Morning officer

Today being a Saturday we normally try to have a bit of a lie in. So this morning I wasn't very pleased to woken up about 7 am by a banging on the door. At first we ignored it but it wasn't going to go away, so reluctantly my husband struggled out of bed and into his dressing gown and down the stairs to open the front door. To his amazement there was a police officer standing outside. No we are not suspects in any crime. The officer had come to the wrong address! There is a house with the same name, as ours, about four miles away in the next village. Apparently they had called the police out. I just hope that it wasn't really urgent and that if we ever need to call the police out, that they come to our house and not the one with the same name in the next village.