Morning paper round.

I covered quite some distance, delivering all over the City Centre. I couldn’t carry all the weekend supplements so I split the round in two and was told ‘Make sure you do it double quick’.

There weren’t any houses I don’t think. Just offices, each had three papers that'd be unread until Monday. It added to the futility of the morning's first job.

Down Grey Friars there was a letterbox with a serrated saw inside, I'd forget every third Saturday whilst not letting them 'poke out’.

After my last one down by the canal, I’d saunter back to the shop.