1st part of a two part story...

(This would be a full story, I reckon, except it is now lunch time and I must go...tune in for part 2 tomorrow hopefully...)
Robert was just about to sit down to dinner. It had been a long, long day at the office and he was worn out. As a result, he was less than enthusiastic about the thought of slaving away at the kitchen stove this evening - or even waiting around by microwave for that matter. Instead, he had nipped into the local fish and chip shop on the way home. He reasoned he deserved a treat for all that hard work. This was the little rainbow moment of this otherwise grey, boring day. Sad but true.

Key through the lock; door open; straight into the kitchen - quick, quick, quick; shoes flung in any old direction, coat tossed onto a chair... All that was needed was a bottle of Heinz, he wasn't even prepared to change out of his starchy office clothes. Must eat now, was all he was thinking as the smell of frying oil drifted up through the newspaper (yes, newspaper, his local was proper authentic and renown for it - the best fish and chip shop in the county award 2010, thank you very much!) and sank into his skin from where he was gripping it.

Paper unwrapped; lovely big piece of battered fish onto plate; heaps of slightly bashed up yummy thick chips; generous squirt of Heinz. Fork: check! knife: check! Fish on fork, fork to mouth and....

DING-DONG!

The fork hovered in mid-air.
'Bloody hell,' he swore, his eyes looked towards the door. Eyes back to fish on fork...
'F-it, they can F-off.' And fork towards mouth, ready to enter...saliva glands squirting and drooling....oh boy, oh boy, mega rainbow moment and...

DING-DONG! DING-DONG, DING-DONG, DING-DONG! (in fast, desperate succession)

ARGHHHHH! He was up off the chair, striding to the door, yanking it open with some force.

'What?!'

At first there appeared to be no one there.

'What-the...?'

And then a little cough and Robert's eyes were drawn downwards. There on the doorstep was the tiniest man he had ever seen. Dressed in a sort of nineteen-forties trench-coat and hat, with briefcase... not taller than three feet.

'How did you ring that bell?' asked Robert amazed, forgetting his manners and his dinner temporarily.