A security camera for my front door. I want to be able to see who's come a knocking. When I'm still in my jammies and it's late in the morning I would like to know if I need to run all the way upstairs. Today it was....actually, I don't know who they were other than two well dressed men with briefcases. They looked like insurance salesmen but the second one may have been hiding The Watchtower behind his back. The first one said, "Good morning. How are you today?" I feebly whispered, "Not great." and I heard him say, "Oh, I'm sorry you...." as I gently closed the door on him. They left quietly, probably grateful I didn't cough on them or shake their hands. Now, if I had a security camera I would have known it wasn't the next door neighbour with a big bag of dog hair for me or the parcel delivery lady with a big box of yarn or a school band student selling chocolates. I could have stayed in my knitting chair content that I had yet again escaped the clutches of door to door salesmen; religious or otherwise.