Tim Dowling: a tale of two doorbells

I barely know where I live any more. And what’s that ringing in my ears?For two nights running, I am woken by an auditory hallucination: the sound of our old doorbell. Both times, I sit bolt upright and think: it can’t be someone at the door – we don’t live there any more.On the third night, I am woken by a shrill ring that turns out to be our new doorbell. The dog runs downstairs barking, and I follow. On the other side of the front door I find the oldest