I happened to be upstairs at about 8pm last night when, on checking my emails, a pal advised me to check my door-bell.
Accordingly I went downstairs to the porch and depressed the button.
By Jove, NCS was right.
The door-bell or, to be more precise, the chimes weren't working.
There was a clicking noise coming from the chime box every time I pressed the door-bell button, though.
This morning I got to work (!), with step-ladder, cotton-bud, WD-40 oil and old cloth.
Now this contraption goes by the name of the Friedland Warbler Mark Two.
I proceeded to thump and agitate it; meddled with the spring and clapper, oiled it slightly; cleaned half a century of dust away.
It came to life again! The old girl is warbling away to her heart's content.
All visitors are forthwith apprised that there will be no need to thump the window or door.
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