No receipt - nothing. The thing is, had they have been delivered at 4pm on a Saturday still in a bag, then I'd probably thought nothing of it. As it was Saturday night, I was home alone and clearly indoors. The tv was on in the front room, so who ever delivered them would have know I was there. It just spooked me at the time. Now I find it funny... That said, they could have just got the wrong street. When myself and the housemate first moved in we had a rather drunken night out and decided to get a cab home. We directed the cabbie and after a lot of disagreement between myself and my friend we decided on a road where we thought we lived. We pulled up outside, paid the cab driver and headed toward the front door only to realise "we don't live". Hmmm - I do occasionally dye my hair blonde to match my brain...