El Laberinto

“We got a new doorbell,” says P. “Did I tell you?” My fork stops dead in the air, half way to my mouth. It’s the best opening line I’ve heard in a while. “No, Mum,” I reply. “You didn’t.” She embarks on an account of it, describing the melody (which I’ve forgotten) and telling me how nice it is to have a doorbell that plays a tune.