Just had the lovely lady whose mother has died on my own doorstep. I must hang my head in shame though, I think I've scared her off and she will be inventing another pitch. Her: "I need to ask you for help. My mother has died and my brother and sister and me" Me: "need to get to North London and it will cost ?38.70?" Her: "Yes. How did you know?" Looks very bemused. Me: "You've played this scam too often round here." Shuts door. Only later did I think that I should have called the police, thrown buckets of cold water, etc. It did not warrant a 999 call and though the neighbourhood thingammy number has been posted several times on here, I just didn't think quickly enough. Moral of this is copy the number down and leave it somewhere handy.