Random act of kindness

Four pints of milk. That's what we found at our door this morning as we were leaving for work. Since we don't normally have milk delivered, either someone mistook the address, or we're one of the most recent recipients of a RAK. I prefer the second explanation but, just in case, we're keeping the bottles unopened for now.

Edit: Tuesday passed without incident. Wednesday morning we open the door to find another 4 pints of semi-skinned. So we take these in and hide them in the fridge, along with the previous 4 (2½ by now). Zara was home on sick leave to hear a knock at the door around 11. It was the milkman. He'd had a complaint from a new customer that their milk wasn't arriving; transpires he'd been given the wrong address, and Zara was able to give him the 4 Wednesday pints back. She claimed we'd left the Monday pints at the door, and they were gone when we returned home from work. So no more free moo juice for us.