Arranged to see a prossie once who lived in a nice residential area where
there were a bunch of new builds going on. She told me the house number
and street name etc and then told me it was better that I just go up to the
door open it and walk right in as if I lived there without knocking or ringing
the bell. She thought that way any nosey neighbours would think I was a
relation - must of thought she had loads of uncles visiting every day then.
Anyway walked into the estate, right up to the door with the number on and
was just about to open it and walk in. But my gut was telling me something
different. Walked away and called the prossie again for more detail. Turn out
she was about a 100 metres further down the road. Two streets running into
each other seemingly If I'd gone in the wrong house it could have been a bit
of a
moment.
Good punt though.