Even if this morning the doorbell did wake me up and I did throw on a pair of pants and did trudge down from the third floor, only to discover it was a nice pair of Jehovah's Witnesses who'd very much like me to read their fine magazine, causing me to very politely mumble "Nothankyou, nothankyou" through half-open eyelids (didn't even make eye contact! Go me) before shutting the door and going back upstairs.
Next time when the doorbell rings I'm sending the cat.