At tract ive? In 14 years at our previous house, thanks to its relative isolation, we never got Jehovah's Witnesses at the door once. Now, in a more cosmopolitan area, we get them regularly. In my head, beforehand, I am happy to engage them and challenge them on their own level - but somehow when they turn up I crumble. So there was that jolly smily person with the neat opening line: 'Do you ever think about the Lord's Prayer?' And all I could do was mutter (after a bit of a pause) 'I'm afraid I'm at work.' So, with their usual politeness and lack of pushiness, they gave me a tract and left. In fact the one occasion when I've desperately wanted to invite Jehovah's Witnesses in (for the only time in history it was two incredibly attractive women), I was at home ill with flu and had to send them away. Usually the tract goes straight in the bin, with the usual observation about look and feel. I don't know why it is, but material like