A drunk at the door!

Anton was the early bird this morning, 5.30 as per usual. Just after getting his nappy off the doorbell rang and was followed by a knock!?! What!? At this time of the morning!?
I get my dressing gown on and open the door to a man in his 30s reeking of alcohol.
"Ehm, could I possibly have a loan of your phone so I can get a lift home...? I've been wandering about for 3 hours in the cold."
:/ ?
"Of course!"
I hand him the phone and go in to tell Stephen that we can't leave him to wait outside in the cold. We let him in and put on some coffee to warm (and sober) him up. He's very embarrassed and very very intoxicated and his lift arrives about half an hour later. He couldn't stop talking or thanking us for being such a decent "true Swedish" family! ;)
Apparently he's married with three children and was thrown out of this party he'd gone to in the neighbourhood. What a horrible thing to do, even if he probably deserved to be put out from the party - you make sure that a person in that state has a way to get home again...! Surely?!

What a way to start the day!