Not Jacob Marley's Knocker

Went across the street this morning to try and deliver a freshly baked chocolate cake to one of our neighbors, retired music professor HP. Seems he was out all day; and when I sent the hubby around to try again this evening, no one came to answer the door. Perhaps he is away...

Snapped this photo of the old-fashioned knocker on his front door on my first delivery attempt.

Lion on the knocker is a handsome fellow (and did not apparate into Jacob Marley's ghost to make me sputter on the doorstep, like Scrooge, "You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!"~ Charles Dickens)