Our doorbell gave up. It had gone around the corner, so to speak. Exhausted from a lifetime of being touched by impatient little fingers and package deliverers. So suddenly the light went out. And actually, I found that quite fine. Intimates and BFFs knew the code (knock on the window) and so I could keep people I didn't want to see nicely outside. In case of package deliverers, I had our Monti who always reacts when a strange man with a box walks towards our house.

But at some point, it became annoying. Because when it really mattered, Monti wouldn't bark. You always see that. And if I happened to forget my key and the whole family was upstairs, I could knock until I weighed fifty kilos, but no one would come down.

So a bell had to come. And if you were going to get one anyway, why not get a really good one right away. One that would make up for that whole bell-less period in one go. It could only be one. A Ring doorbell. You know, with that iconic ringing sound you know from the commercial. And a charming sound when someone is at your front door and doesn't ring. And a video connection and also stored images so I could look back this morning at how the deliverer threw the newspaper into the mailbox at a quarter to five.

This weekend I was cycling with my girls while my beloved was working in the front yard. At some point, I heard the ‘there is someone at your front door’ ping and I knew: she's going to make coffee in the kitchen now. And if I ever, ever, ever go back to Italy and I see someone standing in front of my door, I can just ask to deliver the package to the neighbors. At number four because number two is on vacation. Oh guys, I suddenly feel so grown up and organized.