I had a salesman knock on my door recently, which if I’m honest, is a bit of a nuisance for someone that works from home. It’s usually a young guy or girl raising money for charity, or a pushy Window salesman who hasn’t thought to check that our windows are brand new and NOT in need of replacing.
Anyway, I’m forgetting what the point was…this time when the knock came, it was a friendly milkman. Now, I’m not sure if you have the same childhood memory as me, but I use to love the feeling of opening the front door in the morning to find a pint of milk in an old, retro-looking, frosty glass bottle. The excitement at being the first to open the bottle, push down the foil lid and get the bit of cream on top everyone in the house wanted!
He didn’t need to use his powers of persuasion. I was already sold and signed up to 5 pints a week!
Now each morning I get a rush of nostalgia when I fling open the front door. And now I know how my grandad feels when he blows the dust off one of his old records and fires up the turntable.