A rattle of the letterbox caused me to look out of the front window, only to see a smart new car parked outside our door. Two older gentlemen were walking off in opposite directions delivering the local free newspaper to all the houses up and down the street.
I rarely look at the paper, it’s full of local adverts and pages of houses for sale. Occasionally I use the paper to light the fire but most of the time it goes straight into the bin for recycling.
Still, somebody must read it and buy something, otherwise the advertisers wouldn’t advertise.
Meanwhile, the paper is keeping a few journalists and printers busy every week. Also a small army of elderly delivery “boys” are getting plenty of exercise and earning some useful pin money. The good news for older paper boys is that the dogs that used to greet them when they were young are also a little older and more friendly than they used to be.
We need a lot more job opportunities like this for older people. Getting out and about with a friend, being paid to keep fit in the fresh air and having the dignity of a job in later life.
Let’s hope the internet doesn’t make them redundant.